My Flower

My Flower is a brief, intimate poem that celebrates the radical act of being content with oneself. In just a few lines, Ira Titus offers a quiet meditation on self-acceptance, comparing the self to a flower that needs no external validation to bloom. The language is simple but carries weight: this is poetry that understands how difficult it can be to simply be at peace with who we are. The flower becomes both literal and symbolic, a small green thing growing on its own terms. For readers exhausted by the noise of self-improvement culture, this poem offers a single, breathable moment of permission: you are enough, exactly as you are. It's the kind of verse that sits with you long after you've finished reading, a small gift for anyone who has ever struggled to feel they belonged to themselves.