GROW YOUR DARLINGS

We don’t look like the others—

the large, rosy petals bunched

like skirts never touched us.

So many little bulbs,

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ideas we still plan on watering,

concepts fluttering around us

like plump baby bees.

All grown up, but we don’t

know what we want to be.

Because they’ve said we can’t be it all.

Don’t bother talking—

water your thoughts and grow your darlings.