Ascending.
Rising above.

Heart fragile.
You will not break it.

I feel it.
This rising.
Rising above.
Do not hold me down.

Planted.
Growing.
Trying,
Trying to grow.

Growth does not happen
Without pain.
Pain.
Hurts to grow,
But hurts to stand still.

Fighting,
Pushing,
Pushing through this shell
Barricading me from the sun.
I long for the light.
Long to see it,
Feel it.

Change.
I am rising.
I am breaking,
Breaking free.
Splintering through the layers
To become.
Out of the hiding.
Away from the dark earth.

Now, I am Rising.
Now you will see me.

Watch me.
Watch me grow.
Out of my way!
Breaking free.

Time.
Time to blossom.
To produce forth fruit,
Goodness.
For the fragrant flowers
To permeate the air.
Fruit.
Life.
Beauty.
This is my Destiny.
I know what I can offer
It is within me.
I blossomed once, or twice,
Once upon a time.
Then retreated,
Back into the earth.

Deep in the earth,
It’s Dark.
Cold. Lonely.
Suffocating.
A stagnant seed.
Potential.
Waiting.
Waiting for the right time.

The water flows down,
Washes over me.
I hear the gardener,
His voice,
Calling.
Gently whispering,
Then speaking,
Breathing,
Life into existence.

“It’s time now,”
He says.

Ascending.
Rising above.
The shell,
Gone.
The earth
I have broken through.
It lies below me
As I rise.

Freedom.
The sun.
Light, again.
Life,
Adrenaline courses through my veins.
Arms extending,
Leaves forming.
Transforming.
Transcending.
Flowers on my arms,
Blossoms bursting into bloom.
Too many to count.
Counting my blessings,
Admiring the fruit
And the flowers that are now me.

You did not stop me
From growing
From becoming.

I am Free.
I am me.
Now let me be.