My Beautiful Rosebud

You are only now
as your name tells you
a bud.
And this is but your beginning.
With each day
Your petals are bound,
by nature itself,
To welcome themselves more to the sun;
To inch open, and
anticipate opening up to this world.
Your stalk has yet to grow,
But may it be bound to same forces as you petals,
Then it mustgrow.
To reach its green stature to the heavens. Yet,

All you know is of the mud you've trudged through,
The at first brown slime
You feared would coat your complexion, and suppress you
beneath the Earth for the whole of your existence.
You coiled and hid, not knowing
this tomb held nutrients for your journey ahead
Then you made your ascent,
and breathed the fresh air
and felt the sunshine. Yet,

All you know is of your thorns,
The now minor blemishes
You fear will grow into full grown stakes, blocking others
from viewing your beauty.
You take a razor to them in the dark
Hoping the sun won't shine on them when day comes
But this I say to you,

View those petals that adorn your crown
See how they glisten with morning dew
Smell how they bring to mind the likes of
everything lovely,
even if it is an acquired smell

My beautiful rosebud,
be true to you.
Your thorns will be overlooked,
And your beauty overwhelm.
Bend with nature as you are destined,
And ascend on your earthly ground path to the heavens.