SORRY FLOWER

I thought I was a sorry flower, my petals were inconspicious so were my sepals, my flowers had no scent neither were they brightly colored.

I was ashamed of my looks cause I differed from my fellow, saw myself as ugly, thought they were beauties clothed with conspicious petals and sepals, their flowers smelled good, all these features made me conclude I was a sorry flower.

My means of reproduction was different, I was the odd plant, the Rain and wind scattered my pollen grains from the anther to the stigma while insects sucked their sweet nectar which I lacked.

Tortured myself with negative thoughts, constantly queried if I was cursed without a single knowledge that I was the cause of my own problem.

Compared myself with others, thinking they were better than me was the poison killing me slowly, thought so lowly of myself, inferiority complex was my greatest problem, I never saw the uniqueness in my difference.

I was swimming in a pool of ignorance, with different misconceptions making my mind their dwelling place, I was actually blinded by comparison cos when I later saw reasons to love myself I realized I was fooling around and worrying about things that weren’t even necessary.

The mask went off, basking in the glory of discovered beauty, saw I was absolutely stunning without an atom of deformity cause the architect is perfect and in him no imperfection.