It’s coming to me now,

The little things you said, I said, they said,

Those things we used to build our world.

Now that I think about it,

My life has contradicted everything you set out for me,

It’s like wandering in search of home, yet I am home.

Now I know,

I’ve always been a Sunflower not a Rose.

Sunflower during Sunset

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