April 15, 2011
I used to be a seed.

I was warm and safe and covered

The dirt smelled like sunshine and fresh air

Things I would covet
I used to be a seashell

Soft and smooth and hidden in sand

I was protected from danger

With pebbles and ocean waves
Now I am better.
I am an August breeze

Carrying away paper airplanes and baby birds

Flying wherever I choose
I have gone from a seed to a sunflower

Standing proud and tall

Greedily soaking in light and oxygen
I have gone from wishing, and

hoping, and

asking, and

To taking, and

being, and

telling, and

absolutely loving the way I am.
I used to be a seed.

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