Blessed be...
Said the little tree to me.
In between stages of it's growth and what it longed to be.
Standing tall like me...
Feeling strong like me....
That's just what it longed to be.
& Like that tree, I longed to be.....
Something that wasnt me.
I wanted to breathe as easy as the tree.
My metaphorphosis is near.
I just need to practice patience.
I yearn the trees' fragrance-
As much as I pretend to be content with who I am
I know I long for more....
The tree- alive just as I am- knows exactly what it's looking for.....
A chance to grow.
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