let your flowers grow.
search for healing words and plant them into your wounds. water the flowers that grow inside of you, let the garden in your soul blossom too. see, these flowers remind you why the rain was necessary, now you must speak of them through your poetry. i know you’ve buried your burdens deep, but you’ll soon see that these afflictions carry knowledge, lessons of integrity. you seem to be hidden under the rubble of self-inflicted emotion, you’re trying to escape your roots but you’re terrified of breaking your stem before your flower blooms. see, that’s always been the thing with you, you never seem to let go of what’s destroying you. i know you keep trauma concealed in your heart, afraid that if you let it into the world, you’ll fall apart. yes, it may rain again, but know the greens of your garden will remain and you’ll soon surrender your pain. see, it’s okay to be a wildflower in a bed of roses, it shows you’ve endured austerity and hardship. you know this is your time to be beautiful and untamed, to be audacious and unafraid. you must take back your name, let the soliloquy of the sun be yours again. your roots will strengthen with every prayer and blossom with every poem and although sometimes you’ll find yourself embedded in thorns, they shouldn’t sting your heart like they did before. breathe. listen intently. it’s time to water your soul and finally let your flowers grow.
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