The Love of the Sun

They make it look easy.

Sprout up, grow leaves,

Display your beautiful colors.

I know I can. I definitely can...

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Something is missing.

Something isn't right.

Is it me?

Am I the problem?

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I sit here in darkness.

I have enough water.

I'm craving something more.

But why? I have what I need.

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Why can't this be enough?

Why do they torture me so?

Why must I suffer ridicule

And stand alone with my pain?

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But over there, it hurts my eyes.

Ow! It burns to touch.

And yet, it is delicious.

Is this what I need?

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So unfamiliar, yet so good.

This warmth is devouring me...

I want to be one with it.

And one with you.

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And look! My wilted parts,

They're turning green,

And my colors are shining through!

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Could this be? The missing piece?

Has my life in darkness

Been nothing but lies

And twisted illusions of light?

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I feel my roots digging deeper.

My stem is getting stronger.

I'm no longer the wilted little flower.

I stand proud and strong

In the love of the sun.