Growth by J. A. Titus (2001)
I sit here and stare at the beauties surrounding my world.
The baby's crying cannot disconnect the feeling of enchanment this wonder that has bound to me.
As I sigh and wish to be as graceful as a rose, I feel an urge to run free along the wild grass of the meadow.
How I wish I could be barefoot and naked, striped of all the fears humans have in the real world.
Running, running as quick as my heaving heart will allow.
I stop.
The sun, in all it's glory, glares like a heat lamp in the sky of clouds.
I twirl and soak up the precious rays of light and surround myself in its magic.
My dress rises as petals, my legs take root.
My arms become the spindly stem which pierces the fingers of those who dare touch me.
I am a flower ... I am nature and all it's being ... I am a rose.
I feel the dirt beneath me swell and a bee humming close by.
My tears become the pure water that nourishes me, the sun fades.
I feel myself slowly sinking in subconscious, with a jerk of my head I am no longer a mere child, no longer a blossoming rose, but rather an adolescent trying to break through the weeds of life, enraptured by their need of lives and myself, wanting them all dead.
The baby's crying cannot disconnect the feeling of enchanment this wonder that has bound to me.
As I sigh and wish to be as graceful as a rose, I feel an urge to run free along the wild grass of the meadow.
How I wish I could be barefoot and naked, striped of all the fears humans have in the real world.
Running, running as quick as my heaving heart will allow.
I stop.
The sun, in all it's glory, glares like a heat lamp in the sky of clouds.
I twirl and soak up the precious rays of light and surround myself in its magic.
My dress rises as petals, my legs take root.
My arms become the spindly stem which pierces the fingers of those who dare touch me.
I am a flower ... I am nature and all it's being ... I am a rose.
I feel the dirt beneath me swell and a bee humming close by.
My tears become the pure water that nourishes me, the sun fades.
I feel myself slowly sinking in subconscious, with a jerk of my head I am no longer a mere child, no longer a blossoming rose, but rather an adolescent trying to break through the weeds of life, enraptured by their need of lives and myself, wanting them all dead.