Sugar , curiosity and rain

“stop comparing me to flowers my emotions my pain my joy cannot will not ever carry the fragility of soft petals leaving velvet kisses on your skin my anger and my suffering cannot will not ever carry the scrape of prickly thorns that you oh so selflessly cut yourself upon never act like you love me despite my many flaws instead compare me to oceans for the depth to my thoughts compare me to sea storms and breaking waves when i rage and grieve over the state of the world compare me to the stars because there are millions of facets to me compare me to mountains quiet in their silence but teeming with chattering wildlife that have taught be to be durable no matter how many landslides compare me to the sky vast and limitless
that has taught me how i want to be compare me to untamed nature and tell me how you love me free” —  i am not a gentle flower blowing in the breeze; i am a wild goddess lounging in a throne of trees