Chapter 25
Petals of Patience
Some days I bloom fast, some days slow and shy, waiting for rain or warmth to pass on by. I learn to be still, to wait and trust and grow, letting each season teach me what I know. Patience is gold when you are growing alone — softest petals, strongest heart, fully my own.
I do not rush to spread my gold too soon, or force my bloom beneath an unready moon. Surrounded by crowds who watch and wonder how, I grow in silence, one soft petal now. Hard days stretch long when help seems far or faint, but I stay rooted, steady, and uncomplaint. I learn to wait through drought and sudden rain, trusting that beauty rises after pain. Each layer opens slow, with care and grace, making my own bright, safe, and golden space. For my small buds I hold my time and breath, nurturing life while facing fear and death. Patience is the softest strength I’ve known — to bloom completely, beautifully, alone. No race to shine, no need to hurry through, just growing true, for them and growing true for you.