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Writer's pictureSam John

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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