This Mental Nourishment, My Drive... - Darwin

There grew a rose inside.

But only thorns were seen.

Planted in fertile soil.

Could transform into a dream.

Fire reflected in my eyes.

A tiny twinkle 's born.

This mental nourishment.

my drive.

Seems nothing ever stood to reason.

A transcendent contingency.

Became mine to create.

Unaccustomed first steps.

The red of a petal reveals.

This is me, my dream, my angel.

This is me…

Uncertainties in shapes of dreams.

Resemblance to so many withered.

But it won’t alter my determination.

I won’t let it die untried… again.