I can feel

I look at the dry petals of my Geranium and think about accepting myself and my feelings. For a long time I take care of the flowers on my windowsill, but winter comes, the sun hides behind the gray clouds and my flower stops blooming and sheds its dry, withered petals. But I still admire my flower and its dead petals. They are still beautiful But with a different beauty, I think about trusting myself, when I'm tired or sick, or I'm in a bad mood, I'm still the same as I was the day before, I just need to take care of myself and accept my emotions