Posted by: Reader Submission ,You can walk me across a stage and hand me a piece of paper, But I have not graduated. I am growing. Plant me in fertile soil. Soaked seedlings saturated in birth and new beginnings. I haven’t even broken through the earth yet, But, in hope, still I stand tall. Shelter me in sunlight. Let the warmth of your biggest star give me rays of strength. I am breaking open in blooms, But, in hope, still I stand tall. Let me wither away. So thirsty for a thousand other days but today. I am breaking down, But, in hope, still I stand tall. This ending will not be the death of me. I am never not breaking, But continuously breaking to be born. Hold a candlelight to my pages. Recycled words I speak from my untethered heart: I am gradual. I Am Graduating.