A Flower In The Dirt

It's dark.  The struggle is intense. 

The Hope of the end result keeps me moving forward. 

Why am I wet?  Ugh, the mud. 

But, the rain softens the ground and makes it a little easier now. 

Where's the Sun?  I heard that I'd be seeing it anytime now. 

Maybe there is no Sun.  Maybe I've been lied to.  Maybe it's all a lie. 

Maybe my struggle is in vain.  But, I've come so far in the journey. 

How can I turn back now?

 I'm closer to the surface than I realize. 

One more PUUUSH...  what?  I can feel it.  The

SUN

It's warm.   It's wonderful. The struggle

continues, but  I'm encouraged  to know

<  that I'm  on the right  track.  >
   I feel my leaves  open.
 I  feel  my petals
open.  
I
turn  
 my
he-
ad
to
the
Sun.

I 

am

 beau-
tiful
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