Flowers Bloom

Tue, 10/30/2018 - 13:16 -- MoJo97

The water runs clear,

and once it reaches

bottom, it blooms into a

pink flower.

The slight sting of the

water it welcomed, any

pain is welcomed.

The scars run deep

through this tattooed

body, and some scars

tell different stories.

One of a girl lacking self-

Confidence.

Another of someone sheathed

in ugly skin, but being

lovely from within.

Tears ever flowing, the

soft flesh parts it gates,

rivers flow.

There is no promised dawn,

no beauty from pain.

There is only that pink,

lonely blooming flower.

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