I am a flower bush,
Roots firmly gripping hold of the earth beneath me,
My trunk strong and centered, stretching towards the sky,
With my branches and leaves growing outwards to meet the hands of my neighbors.
My buds are excited to see the sunlight for the first time.
Already existing flowers boldly stand out with their different, neon colors.
My pollen spread all around, landing little specks of yellow on other flower bushes.
I am a rain drop,
Falling and falling and falling quickly from thousands of feet from the sky.
The gray clouds above have dropped me and released me into freedom.
As I register this new feeling, fear fills my watery self.
The ground is coming in quickly, and I don’t know what to do.
I flash by in the air like all the other rain drops, but I refuse to show my fear.
I will not be the first to show weakness.
I am an antique china vase,
Sitting off to the side, not really belonging with the other vases.
My designs and postures are different, weird,
But I still love myself when others don’t.
I sit there uselessly while other vases are being filled with my owner’s objects.
Because I can’t take it, and if I was broken, I would break into a million pieces,
Never to be put back together ever again.
But most of all, I am human.
Walking tall on my two long legs and swinging my arms back and forth.
Making mistakes and problems wherever I go.
Trying to lessen other’s suffering by suffering with them.
I am so imperfect.
So imperfect to a point where I’m...
Because I’m only human.
I am still here,