I remember those thoughts of not belonging
I remember how I wondered through the possibilities of IF
I remember how terrible I was to express and speak
I remember when I settled into the never
I remember the day I woke to a change of scenery
A change that displayed rose petals
The petals represented love, belonging, warmth
Just what I needed!
But what made this petal special? Why do I need it?
I remember how shy, shock and unaware I was from my petal Giver
Was it the shock that something was made specifically for me, A Nobody
Was it the touch of the Giver?
Wait, What Giver? Giver of what?
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