Behind close doors when no one could see, she wore red lipstick just to see. How pretty she looked, how pretty she felt!
Oh how she longed to put it on the next day, to walk outside on a pleasant summer’s day. To be like the striking rose…
The next day came, her moment arrived. She applied the lipstick moments before stepping out. As she opened the door to debut the rose, she stopped. ” Too much attention, I can’t, it’s too bold, too much, not now.” She was the shy rose or was she? She’ll try again tomorrow and so she did, taking the same steps as the day before to be like the striking rose.
Applying the red lipstick, she took her time. Slowly she door opened, for her to go and slowly but surely, she did. Walking down the steps, she wore her red lipstick. Such beauty behind closed doors now for all to see. Such triumph she felt being outside wearing her red lipstick no longer in hiding. She was striking, so striking. She was the striking Hibiscus, not the striking Rose. Finally she had accepted herself for who she was! She loved being the hibiscus, she enjoyed her red lipstick and that was just the beginning…
I Am A Shy Girl 