My Flower
We spend our whole lives searching.
We all live waiting.
We all are held to some type of confinement.
We all dread to find someone who we are unsure exist.
Please, don’t be mad at the world.
Say thanks to the world,
-for making your journey called life so uniquely, worthwhile.
Say thanks you are given the freedom to grow whatever flowers you want in the field.
Don’t be so blindsided by all the other perfect, artificial flowers in the field.
Falsely advertising only happiness is in the richest fields.
So I’m going to tell you
grow flowers for you,
Instead use the rich soil bleeding within you, out of your own body, bloom.
However you need, just bloom. Bloom so dangerous,
This new sense of freedom uzes out of you.
-Izzy Del Gaudio (10th Grade) 2019