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.