Growth

Growth hurts, reaching upward toward the light I find my only strength. I reach for the heavens, bringing forth the beauty locked deep within. The others look at me and make comments about my growth. I speak my heart as I grow, I speak direct, and others judge me, and cut me off. They think they truly know me, but they have never looked with in my heart. My roots continue to gain strength and depth. I see what lies ahead, and I desire more.
The words of a bulb as it grows is much like my own. As I grow and make decisions, others look on and make their opinions known in many ways. They cut me off, treat me like I am not in the same room, they only call when they need something, but when I need a response they do not return the call, or the text message. we call ourselves "Christian", and we say we forgive, or have worked it out, but when it really counts the actions given say, "I have the right to treat you this way because you deserve it."
Just like the growth in the bulb reaching for the light, I too can grow. I reach for the light each day. I may be rejected by those who once called themselves my friends, but I remember when they too needed the light and reached toward a friend and she was there. I made the mistake of turning to a "friend" and was seeking suggestions, and I knew I should have just kept reaching for the light. It has never been the same. It was never the same once the bulb was put into the soil. Just like the bulb, either I can grow or die, and I choose to grow, even when it hurts.