This rose
never
bloomed
as she
spent
her entire
life
trying to be
who they
wanted her
to be
they broke
destroyed
moulded
scolded her
until
she lost
sight
her originality
beaten out
until
she lost
her fight
reconstruction
to secure
their insecurities
reformed
to fit
into corrupt
violent
societies
she held
a pretty garden
within
but the acid
rain
toxicity
externality
falling
was internalised
thus poisoning
the flower
of her
soul
until
all
she felt
was a wasteland
was a wasteland
darkness
she had began
the long
dark
journey
of the soul
into
the coldest
night
she waited
she sat in
silence
a flicker
in the
distance
shone
less bright
she recognised
fragments
of her self
stardust
a recreation
transformation
truth
knowingly
awakening
her
journey had
finally
began
she wondered
around her
wasteland
an internalised
world
confusion
disillusion
destruction
pain
she found
a space
between
her
self-hate
and disgrace
she discovered
hope
courage
strength
beauty
light
grace
love
a new seed
planted
nurtured
self-acceptance
compassion
loving kindness
a true
representation
new founded
love for self
beyond
egocentricity
death of the
ego
creates humanity
vulnerability
allows for
empathy
a flower
blooms
in the sun
interconnectedness
with the whole
love
for all
we are all
one!
MM 2015
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