she was once a delicate flower
but was born amongst the thorns –
innocence pierced
essence spilled
colour drained
what was, is now lost.
a flower such as her is looked over.
a flower such as her is never picked.
a flower such as her is damaged, harmed;
where has her beauty gone?
if you look closely there are scars on her petals…
the pain has made her beautifully strong.

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