I am worth every misstep if it means there is actual effort and growth in understanding. Understanding me, or you, or the "us"
you have been alluding to.
I am worth time and effort,
and all the patience in the world.
I am worth keeping and planning with;
I am worth crying and loving with.
Someone is going to appreciate me long enough through the thorns of my life,
and watch me bloom.
And to those who have stayed, it will be a
spectacle.
Because to everyone else,
I will be just another ordinary rose.
And they will not know of
my struggles to get there.
