I am like a sunflower. I am delicate, beautiful, and strong. During the day time, I stand tall. I am independent and steady in the wind. I accomplish many things. I brighten everyone’s day. I make people smile. I am a friend and sister. They call me a flower child, a daughter of the sun. They tell me I’m perfect.
When it is dark, I close. I keep people out. I fall apart. I struggle with myself. I yearn for the time when the sun will come back, and open my petals, and beat warmly on my skin. I don’t tell anyone how I feel.
My friends and family only see me when it’s sunny; when I am delicate, beautiful, and strong. They think I stand tall. They think I am steady. They see and praise all that I accomplish. I make them happy. They tell me I’m perfect. They don’t know me.
I am like a sunflower that blooms during the day, but hides during the darkest moments of its life.
Sarah,
ReplyDeleteSadness isn't weakness. You don't have to keep people out--but that being said, you don't have to let people in either. Just know, you can *always* call/text/email/facebook me and I will do my absolute best to help you. After all, what are mothers for?
Love,
Miranda