The most painful heartbreak I have ever known
has hidden itself under the guise of love;
but between you and me, in reality,
no one has ever broken my heart worse than I have.
Every single scar on my body is a tale of my defeat.
Underneath the sleeves of my shirt,
faint engravings on my thighs.
from a time when I thought that nothing could be worse
than that momentary caustic ache,
of being unable to see the bigger picture.
On my leg, the tiny remnant of mutual violence.
And at the right angle, you can see tiny stones embedded in my knees
because back then, I wasn’t built to hold the weight of two.
That’s just to name a few.
But if you step back far enough,
Look at me,
all of me,
A canvas full of painted white lines;
I no longer appear to be consistent only of ruin,
but a castle that has stood the test of time.
For it is not the pampered Orchid that is the most remarkable
for its colors and delicate frame,
but the wildflower that grows tall, relentless,
regardless of the corrosion surrounding it.
They don’t grow in line with picket fences,
Or suckle on spruced up sugar water.
No one makes sure they’ve had enough to eat.
No, they break through pavement,
carve a home out of adversity.
Drink in storms.
So keep this in mind the next time
you see something beautiful
wrapped in thorns.
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