a poem about flower ☮️

Not always what you want to hear will save you. The beauty of not knowing lies in the quiet, In being the unseen angel, untouched by whispers. But then comes the truth— sharp, heavy, relentless. It breaks you like the first frost on tender leaves. You are like the flower, closed tightly at first, receiving water day by day. The flower drinks, and so do you, though your water is the bitter truth. And slowly, painfully, you grow. Each drop shapes you, building you into something more— a soul rich with wisdom, a heart bursting with beauty. Time, though, moves swiftly. The days fade like whispers at dusk. So grow while you can, bloom as the flower does— again, and again, forever becoming.