Poem: The Flower

Artwork pictured (right) is by Jie Song

Confidence is my only battle. I whisper it….. I am beautiful, becoming who I choose to be, light and laughter moving through the breeze. Drawing near what I desire. A bee lands softly on my petal, a butterfly drifts past a blue jay zooms quick and gone. I sway, and the leaves whistle. I shine, No matter who looks down. No shadow dims the bloom I keep. I ask the sky, I ask those who dare to meet the truth within my stare. There is no doubt you could bestow to shake what I already know. I am petals, stamen, stem, and thorns, whole, wild, and born of the One who knows me best. You who fly know me least. Still, I do not wither for want or scorn. In every weather, whomever the gaze Confidently I say, I am beautiful.