I’ve met some beautiful flowers this semester.
Some great and simply, good flowers…
They still follow me, and encourage me, the lone flower.
I am a strange flower.
I adapt, and change colors, all the while staying true to the flower I am.
To the fellow flowers, who are shining so bright and beautiful.
Man or woman.
I need you to know that I honor you.
I respect you, and so I say – namaste.
Everyday, is a holiday!
No, I do not wait or anticipate some grand day.
Today, I am alive, amongst so many flowers.
They follow me, and I follow them.
In a way, they honor me, and I honor them…
Thank you for respecting my journey.
I’ve been through a lot of difficult and different things in life;
I took the road less traveled.
But with encouragement and genuine support, I can face any battle.