I am growing
Despite the rotten soil I sprouted from
And the neglectful gardeners that watered me none
I am growing

My stem may be short and my seeds all but hidden
But after a lifelong pause button of shriveled leaves and closed sepals
I am finally growing

Bright white daisy petals dipped in pink
Reminding me of the hope that comes with the scent of rose water perfume

Sometimes I think it wouldn't be easier to stop
To let my leaves stay shrunken and to remain a disappointment to the people who see the potential beauty of my colour

But growing pains never cease
And I will never stop chasing a dream
I wish to look like a sunflower; strong and bright and resilient,
Always chasing the light

I know I can never be what I am not,
But the nature of a daisy follows light too
And I will not give that up
Even the days when the sky is cloudy
I will stretch and bend to catch a shred of sun
Because I deserve to feel warm
I deserve to thrive.

My environment is hell, to a daisy like me.
But I am growing.
Growing despite circumstances that have dreamed it near impossible.
I am growing.
Finally, finally growing.