Rose

It was a wintry and lonely moment of the night
I found myself standing upright
A tiny, little bud waiting to bloom
In a world smeared with gloom

Scared as I am, I have waited and waited
To futher explore life, now unaided
It's time to face the realities of life
Learn to decide between wrong and right

Petals are starting to open to the light
To the splendors of life, with colors all bright
Roots already planted firmly on the ground
To prevent myself from falling around

Burgeoning is not that easy to do
So many factors are holding me to
I cannot do all of these on my own
Thus, I have a lot of people with whom I owe

People who helped in one way or the other
Patiently attending to my every bother
I hope they are proud to see
What has become of me

Seventeen years of waiting
For this wonderful and special event to happen
With petals now fully bloomed out
Stems tall enough for me to stand around

Different as I may be
People close and afar are still eager to see
Who would think that the rose they now see
Was the same tiny, little bud that used to be me.

Written 11 years ago today.