To live in an era of emptiness
To appear the smallest bud late to bloom
To endure the torment and await, to
Await the hopeful prophecies that you will rise

Rise above the rest, though now you
Are of lackluster features, shriveled, small in size
To be the one they always knew
Would grow big, strong, colorful, bright and beautiful

Beautiful like the multicolored butterfly, once daunting
To unfold like elaborate crafted origami art
A princess among fruit’s sweetest nectars, a
Goddess-in-waiting, for her turn to shine

Shine like a light over all that
Did torment her over those endless nights of
Tears, to receive that chance to rise
Above and beyond adversity! But to fall…