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Colorful on the outside droughted on the inside
I am a Tulip
Sweet and kind
I look forward to the rain
Flowers never worry when it rains.
But sometimes it doesn’t rain
When it doesn’t I do not get what I need
What I need is water to grow
To become the best version of myself
On the outside I might look colorful and healthy
But on the inside my petals are in a drought
Like they have not felt water in years
I can hear them..
Telling me to give them what they need
But I do not know what they need
I feel like I give my petals everything,
The whole chlorophyll of my essence..
But I guess I do not
Without the rain storms I am nothing
I need the rain
I will wait for the rain to come
And I will keep waiting
And waiting
And waiting...
While I wait
I think about who and what I am
Is this who I really am? Is this truely what I am?
I think so hard on this that I do not even remember my name
I am so confused
Who am I?
What am I?
Why do I feel the way I do?
Why do I think so much?
I just want this feeling and everything to stop
I want the bees to stop taking my nectar
Yet, I like it when the bees need me
I'm important to the bees, that's why they come around…
without the bees there would be no me…
They fuel my soul.
I want the wind to stop.
I despise when its windy
And it gets so windy
To the point my roots almost come out of the ground
But it does help my pollen, my little packet of thoughts, drift away
I am a Tulip
Colorful on the outside
Droughted on the inside
I hope and pray that it rains someday soon
So I can get the nourishment I need
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This piece took me a month to write with the help of my Theatre Teacher. I am talking about my emotions here but feel free to take it in anyway you would like.