A flower in tact with vibrant colors,

on the outside so appealing to the eyes.

Mesmerized by the beauty of which it holds,

looks can be deceiving...

Deep within is a damaged flower,

isolated from the world.

Thorns pierced my limbs,

blood spills from my wounds.

Torn scabs that never heal.

Petals full of scars from abuse.

Silent cries of being misused by unkind words,

Leave me so forlorn.

A gentle breeze flows upon a damaged flower,

carrying away shades of the past, with a dream to start anew.

Time heals all wounds.


~unknown