posted on Dec, 16 2014 @ 04:41 AM
Something I wrote just now.
I saw a flower, with her head tilted to the ground.
Why are you here? Don’t you want to be found?
Her arms on the rocks, spread out to the side.
Why are you here? Why are you trying to hide?
I picked her up, held her high above the rest.
Don’t you know, of all of the others, you are the best?
I took her with me, gave her a new place.
How long were you there, weeks, or only days?
The sun went down, the moon rose high.
Tell me why you were hiding, please, tell me why?
“I’m a flower among thorns. I didn't belong.
I was fragile, they all were so strong.”
“I tried to hide, conceal the beauty of my face.
I didn't belong there, it was a horrible place!”
You are free now. Forget about that place.
You are here now. You have received my grace.