My Marigold

The way she commands a room has everyone in a ten mile radius enraptured. Her smile is as contagious as a yawn. Her eyes the color of freshly bloomed marigolds. I envy her, her beauty, her intelligence, her wit, she is as perfect as you could ever imagine. Until you look closer.

She is Lazy, she gets angry, she forgets to take care of herself, and most importantly, she hates herself. I will never understand how she could hate such an amazing human such as herself. She so easily is what women strive to be. She is so easy what I strive to be.

How can I show someone that is insistent that she is the devil reincarnated that she can do no wrong in the eyes of those around her? Her Red hair flows perfectly, her freckled skin glows, her smile is the brightest I have ever seen.

Her insecurity holds her in a vice grip and only allows her to see her faults instead of the amazing woman we all know she is.

My marigold girl. Delicate as the bloomed flower, she is sensitive. If she knew what I thought of her, she would reject every statement I have made and then cry that what I said is a fantasy she will never live up to. I don’t expect her to.

I can only dream to be a fracture of the strong-willed clever woman she is.

Growing up together gives the illusion of similarity. Seeing her grow, she resentment of me diminishing each day, causes an understanding between us.

Neither of us are perfect. Humans are ever changing creatures. But even knowing and experiencing all of her flaws first hand, I will always see her as the inspiration behind almost anything I do. To be her is to be successful.

In my eyes her hating herself is akin to a person looking at the most freshly bloomed flower, the most beautiful flower in the entire garden, and calling it ugly before plucking it from its rooted home.

Like the marigold, she is the embodiment of grace and beauty, a vibrant presence that brightens the world around her. Every petal a differrent facet of her personality. With every new season, she blossoms anew, a beauty to behold, showing her strength and perseverance. The sweetness she adds to life, represented by the sweet fragrance of the marigolds she loves.

The thorns that wrap a flowers stem, surround her as protection against her fears of failure or hurt. In full bloom, she is a vision of natures elegance and beauty, while also a reminder of the strength of nature.

We are intertwined like vines on a tree. Forever growing apart yet bound together in an inseparable way. Through storms and sunny weather we stand together entangled by roots.

She radiates warms, much like the marigold I see her as. Her vibrant energy enclosed her everywhere she goes. Just like the marigolds golden hues she she brightens everyone’s day. Both are resilient and adaptable, thriving in diverse environments.

In the tapestry of life, she is the thread that adds depth and beauty to the pattern. Her love is a quilt that warms me in the coldest times, her laughter the melody that turns the mundane into magic. She is the lighthouse in my storms, a beacon of guidance and safety. In the garden of my life, she blooms beside me, and no matter how far our branches may stretch, our roots remain entwined. I can never thank her enough for being my compass, my confidant, and the keeper of our shared memories. With every sunrise and every starry night, my world is better because she is in it.

My marigold, my sister.