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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