I'm Not a RoseA Poem by Jenni BaileyA poem about how every person grows differently.
Here, lies a garden - a beautiful one
Planting flowers in a row, giving room To bloom, and perfectly grow in the Son But, here's a story For you... no flower is the same And from above, they get shared glory Every flower needs the Son Some more than others One is wilting-just one It needs more help to grow It feels like a weed, it's slowly shriveling It's dying, it's drying up... what you should know I'm not a rose But, you still chose Me to grow in this one garden That you're startin' I need the same Son Even though, I'm a different one I knew I'm not a rose, but I can still grow, (just at a different pace) Shine the Son in my face I'm not a rose, but I'm still a flower I hear the Son crying, from His beautiful Tears, I need a shower! I need it to be okay, that I'm not a rose Because every part of this flower grows!
© 2022 Jenni BaileyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 18, 2022 Last Updated on May 18, 2022 AuthorJenni BaileyKalispell, MTAboutHi, my name is Jenni Bailey. I have Cerebral Palsy, and I've been writing since my teenage years. All of my writing is based on my beliefs, struggles, personal trauma, etc...my writing is also very .. more..Writing
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