Do not mistake me for some weak little wilted flower
In my weakness I find my power
In the Broken and shattered
I grow
Scars and stories
Yet you point at the wilted little flower
Yet each spring
I grow
I break and I cry
But I never stay weakened
Awaking with the dawning sun
I grow
Humbling hours
This is my flower
Wilted and a little decayed
But I grow
The pain makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me watch it make me grow
In the spring my little flower will grow
Wilted little flower
Full of power
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
