Wildflower

A new season approaches where my mind space and its inner workings grow tired of being neglected and filled with regrets, I am a wild flower and rather than to control that, its time to accept that who I am is bigger than me.
Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light.  – Nikki Rowe
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