Dear late bloomer,
Other flowers might seem pretty and charming and quick to bloom…
Their leaves dazzling to the eyes, their scents delightful to smell,
People pass over you to pick their shiny petals,
And gift them to each other as a symbol of love and hope…
But in the midst of the shinny and bright, the colorful and dainty,
There lies you. Sturdy and a little hidden, tendrils barely reaching out.
Never given a second thought, never picked or fawned over.
Often bent in order to reach the lovelier ones,
But fret not late bloomer, fret not..
For the Master knows just what He’s doing.
Be patient and allow yourself to grow, to be pruned, to flourish…
Because in due time, Just when the time is right,
You will bloom!
And Oh! You will be shinier and more colorful than any flower that ever was and ever will be.
And because God took His time with you, those that skipped you will flee back…
Lines will form just for you, for your beauty and resilience will be echoed around the world.
So Dear late bloomer,
Fret not…grow and bloom at your own pace,
‘Cos soon, you will be the belle of the ball.
And I know this because I am just like you…