a seed turned flower

When will we realize that there is no good or bad. When will we truly understand that there is no right or wrong, when will our families accept the fact that we are who we are and we can be no other than who we already are.

How do we make them believe that we can go far. How do we deal with the insecurities that often pull us down. How do we look in the mirror and acknowledge all of who we are, have been and will be.

Why do they make it look so hard. Why does it seem that its quite easy actually. Why don’t we love as freely as we ought to be. Why would we rather build barriers and keep it going strong.

What if its not what it seems to be. What if its all in the mind. What if the heart is stronger. What if it can be done. What if its true, that if there is a will there is always a way.

And if there’s always a way.. lets choose to see it no other way.

some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
some say love it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.

some say love it is a hunger
an endless, aching need
isay love it is a flower,
and you it’s only seed.

it’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
it’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance

tt’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.

and the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.

just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed that with the sun’s love,
in the spring, becomes a rose.

the rose[bette midler]