A child crawls underneath soft blankets,
Wraps herself into a safe little cocoon.
She giggles and curls into a tight ball,
Safe in her homemade womb.
As time passes by, she grows sore,
She emerges headfirst into the light,
The brightness shines on her face,
Opening up a whole new sight.
A child, she no longer is,
Now, filled with confusion, she’s a teen.
No longer able to hide in a cocoon,
Truly learning, now she is freed.
Life always catches up to the girl,
Making her fall back but gains strength.
She fights to keep living, unwilling to give up.
There’s a brighter light at the end of this length.
Emotions get the best of her,
Leaving her frustrated and wanting to scream.
But she learns to give it up, knowing it’ll pass.
It’s not as bad as it really seems.
Entering the twenties, life gets more twisted,
More influences get introduced to the girl,
Shields some and absorbs the rest.
Jobs, love and family, her third life.
A rose stands idly in a patch of daisies,
People pass by it, without a second glance.
Nobody plucks it, nobody spots it.
Nobody gives the rose a single chance.
The rose wilts and petals fall,
One by one, they fall to the ground.
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