the thing is

  I don't remember whose house it was

  or why I was there

  all I remember is

  the fragrance coming in the windows

  getting stronger as night fell

  and for once shy little me

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  didn't care about all the strangers

  or being tired

  or hungry

  all I cared about was finding out what it was

  and filling my lungs with its scent

  never cared for roses -

  "too strong" I always said -

  but here was a flower that permeated the room

  and I loved it

  moonflower

  my flower

  perking up when the sun went down

  just like me

  and even more now

  I want to be like my moonflower

  blooming in the stillness

  bringing the fragrance of Christ

  to those in darkest night

  maybe that means

  I'll always be on the sidelines of the party

  I don't know

  but maybe there are some kinds of beauty

  that are actually worth the sacrifice.