Written By Grace Atherton

It was placed on the inside before it hit planet earth,

Each layer, each pattern, each vibrant piece.

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It wasn’t accidental the dark and the loneliness,

Where everything was covered up and unseen.

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It hurt to push through and often it was wondered would it make it,

Would it have enough breath or would it die here?

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Although some relief made its way down,

It took so much time to get to the surface and the light.

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Even up higher it still felt useless at times,

A mere shadow of a figure in the entire existence.

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Time passed and more time until,

Expanded in so many directions it covered the horizon.

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Finally each piece pushed its way open and lo and behold,

All the pain was for a reason because in full scale who could deny the purpose.

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The weirdest truth of all though is…

In the seed all along was everything in time to produce the rose!

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Inside is everything you need for your destiny… The pain is for a purpose. 

Nothing is wasted!