By Myrna


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


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