by Anna Bernsteiner
You grow like a sunflower reaching up to the sun in mid-May.
There is no other way, but forward.
Slowly, unnoticeable at first.
You pierce through the dirt.
Air, Sunshine, life.
Up you go with a goal in mind.
Shaking off all the darkness and doubts.
Grow grow grow that’s all you know
There are times when it gets dark.
No light in sight.
All you want is some daylight
And yet the sunshine always returns
Giving you strength.
Even when all the others are far ahead.
You shine on your own time.
No rush.
There is none of you that isn’t enough.
And as you realize that truth
It’s now your time to bloom.
Yellow, orange, brown
It’s like you are wearing a dashing crown.
It seems that now
you don’t need to reach up to the sun.
You don’t hide and run.
You know, you are the center of your own life.
And finally,
you bloom like a sunflower that found its light in mid-July