The aroma around me smells like fresh roses waiting to sprout.
I walk barefoot towards the pastures of the melodic tomorrow.
I feel untouched and unseen.
My senses are gone in the wind.
All I need is some sunlight to shine my way so I can grow to be the best sunflower I can be.
I’m quite unique like a sunflower perhaps.
No one picks the sunflower first at times.
It hurts being the sunflower in a rose society.
The one majestic thing about being a sunflower is not everyone picks you but the right person will.
Once that person chooses you, all your fears and worries go away.
I AM A SUNFLOWER and no one can tell me different.
You can keep your roses.
I walk back to the path of sinless sunflowers that illuminate my deep, dark soul.
Finally, I belong and my rare beauty shines the constellations.