Words Of a Feather

Confidence is a plant that takes time to grow

With the right amount of sunlight, rain, and carbon

It can turn into something gorgeous and wonderful

Or it can wither; All that matters is how it is grown

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This flower sprouted later, but at the same time, earlier

For plenty of moments in life, it would sprout

I would be on top of the world

But all it took would be one small gust

One drop of rain

And it would dampen

It would disappear

Rain would overflow and drown it out

Every time it lost, was scolded, was wrong, was judged

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Moments like that would haunt the flower and shrink it

Slowly, confidence went back into the ground

Hiding from the weedkiller we call society

Everyone was watching and spreading too much sunlight

What if the flower misspoke or cspeld sumthink wrohn?

What if it was too weak to ever bloom again?

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Thoughts swirled like a storm around the flower

Too strong to shield from

But at the same time, no one looked when the flower needed it most

No one could give it the sunlight it desired

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All of a sudden, it flipped

The flower of confidence grew back the next day

As the flower had the right conditions to sprout – with the right gardener

As the flower had more chances to shine

More performances and exaltations of talent

The rain of tears from the storm became nourishing

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But how did this happen?

How did such a seed change in the span of a few years?

When did everyone stop looking?

They never cared for the plant to begin with.

All the noise of the thunderstorm deafened the plant

All the sunlight felt too bright despite being just right

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I never worried about what they thought of me

I worried about what I thought of myself