Sunflower.

I was angry. I was frustrated. I was hurt. I was in pain.

But... it still stood there. Beaten by the winds. Rocked by the world.

Present and seen.

Sunflowers

I Love these flowers.

These bold yet gentle reminders.

That the sun will come up, again.

I used to dream of seeing them.

And then, I saw them.

And I don’t know how... but I stopped seeing the magic.

The magic was gone.

My heart was sore.

I had left it all out for this dream.

This hope.

These flowers.

And today... I ripped one out.

I don’t know...

I tore it out. It hurt. I hurt.

And I needed to find a place for the pain to go.

And nature... it has this way of making me feel seen and alive.

It never left me.

Even after I ripped out this angel...

It looked at me with joy and love.

Smiling with the sun.

Loving me... still. Maybe I can love me, too.

Ripped apart and still beautiful.

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