i need to learn how to grow from the pain.
i need to learn how to grow
marigolds from the split skin of my fingertips.
i need to learn how to plant
daisies in the place of insecurity.
i need to learn how to make
lilies grow from my all too dry eyes.
i need to learn how to grow
sunflowers in my darkest corners.
i need to learn how to find
orchids instead of tiny spots and bumps.
i need to learn how to make
poppies sprout from the forced cracks in my lips.
i need to learn how to plant
roses in the abysses in my heart.
i need to learn how to make
tulips grow from unhealing scars.
if i can learn to grow from the pain,
then maybe, just maybe,
i can turn a graveyard
into a garden.
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Poetrypoetry, written by someone who's still trying to figure a lot out. (updates whenever i write something good)
