A poem by Jessica Quintero, Writer
sunflowers turn to each other
when they can’t find the sun—
i thought this to be strange
when i first found it out.
how could something so vital
be so easily replaced?
but then i found you
and as i found comfort in your words,
warmth in your light,
purpose in myself because you’ve shown me
to grow beyond cloudy days:
i realized the sun isn’t as vital
as i had once thought.
i couldn’t be more thankful to fate
for rooting me to you,
because i now have something that shines
so much brighter than the sun.
i’ve found new life in you,
please find one in me too.
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