I can see the flower upon which my life grows,
Blooming into a rose.
I see the hope and courage
In the strength of the petals.
As long as I am, I will be alone
But the flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows back,
I shall become strong
I shall become only dependent on one:
That one will be me.
I will rise with my petals high
My life as a flower will bloom and prosper as I grow.
I may not be the pick of the patch
But I am just as beautiful as the rest.
I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul.
The tears will be far from my smile.
Myrna is a resident of HOME shelter, and wrote this poem as part of a creative writing class