You have done so well to survive.

Grown beautiful in time.

But I know you are afraid.

It has taken so much effort to get here.

As beautiful as you are, it was not easy.

Only God knows what your future holds, but you believe you do.

***

You were not meant to be plucked only to rest upon a grave site.

To wither away as a symbol of loss.

Another one gone too soon.

Invisible in the grief.

Beauty now a footnote.

But this is not your future.

***

So breathe.

Only God knows your future.

But you were not meant to fade.

There is no way you could have been allowed to get so far otherwise.

Enjoy the moment.

For you are meant to survive.