This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Augustana chapter.
You
It is not you
Against the world
It has always been you
Against yourself
And this is how
You begin to evolve
From a flower
Less concerned
With its petals
To a plant
Proud of its roots
If you know
That your seeds
Are rich enough
To shoot you up
Into the sky
Despite white flakes
And black boots
That threaten to crush
Your growth
You will never
Waver
Space
We are the indentations
The white space before
The real story begins
Pushing forward
New beginning
Despite being
An end too