Flowers Bloom
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.