The Sunflower

To the one who truly made me

I fall upon my knees

Surrendered, but surrounded once again by my Creators hands

Have your way.

Open me-

Break me if you must

Like the fallen seed upon the earth

Planted in the dark,

It cracks from the desire it holds within-

Reborn from a place of total surrender.

Shattered- but not to be destroyed

All it knew itself to be

Now only pieces left behind

Broken to grow- to Rise-

To discover the true beauty it always been

Growing from the call of the Light

Above it, and within.

Sarah Camille Soltani Icely