Bloom

A rose,
that bends her head,
to look at other roses,
will never be able,
to lift her head again,
and bloom herself.

To become,
the full potential,
of my true self,
I must lift my head,  
away from others,
and towards God,
who lovingly,
fills me with His light,
and makes me grow.

Because only,
when I face my Maker,
I can bloom in a garden,
full of roses.

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