A broken stem, a wounded form,
A scar that whispers of the storm,
Yet from the depths, a strength unfolds,
A blossom brave, a story told.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
The sun still seeks the weary one,
And bathes the cracks in golden light,
A testament to inner might.
For beauty blooms in fractured ground,
Where resilience can be found,
The shattered heart, the wounded soul,
Can rise again and make them whole.
So let the scars be seen with pride,
A journey etched, where life did hide,
A testament to what we've known,
A fragile bloom, that still has grown.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
Comments (1)
Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing your work! :)