My Name:Floricela

My name is a flower in spanish

Yet I am sharper than the point in a thorn of a rose

Yesterday I wished at 11:11

but my wishes are just adding up in infinity

Staying positive at times

Is like having a smile after

The opposing team just scored the winning point

I know that I am falling into a hole leaving

My true name behind

However, I am at a point

Where turning back is possible

But, its harder to climb up a ladder than

To go down one

My name is one of a kind

My dreams are unimaginable

Where you imagine the untouchable,

Is where my dreams begin

I am who knows most about my name

My name is better than what it was at birth

It’s become,

Strong

Brave

Indomitable

My soul is popent to any harmful individual

that wants to interfere

Yet my name is my soul,

Both optomistic and pessimistic