Perennial

I used to see myself as a seed,

small, and unsure of what I was to become.

 

Funny I thought myself a flower,

insignificant, destined to fertilize something greater than I.

 

I knew nothing then of gardens,

I dreaded every change of weather with knowledge I would wither.

 

How relieving to find I am a perennial,

solaced in that each death of the self brings forth,

new and brighter petals,

each season.

 

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