Lillie's Gratitude

I used to walk on cherry blossom meadows with an anchor tied to my ankle, 

With my head held low, my face full of sorrow, every step was a hassle.

But then I hit the sack on a honeybee comb, and the bees stung me from every corner

I hurried on forwards, it was such a bother, I didn't notice the anchor tied to me growing lighter.

Finally, when I got away, the sight before me numbed me of all pain.

I saw my mother planting flowers line by line, my eyes met my father who was watering each one behind.

And to my left, my sister, waving with a smile. And my brother cheering me on, like he did when I walked for the first time.

I looked up, left, right and ahead. 

In awe of the place I once dread.

My anchors formed anklets, and my heart felt elate. 

I walk on now with a new purpose in my mind, 

To meet whatever comes in my way, and just keep going straight.