a flower grows splendidly when nourished by its own source,
My learning hasn't been in vain, yet, my recovery is still
pending.
there is no medical explination, or scientific reason for,
All of my questions. The answer lies in a field of lilies.
If I were to pluck them, they would wane and fade, always
retaining the potential to be, as do I.
No one else has figured this truth out, yet because it is
too obvious, like gravity. having love is taken for granted.
I will never become because I was plucked from my path,
The destination still beams in my soul, but I wither away, frustrated.
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