Don’t let this cruel world
crush your kind heart.
You’re a rose in concrete,
don’t let them pull your petals.
You’re the sunlight breaking through the storm,
don’t let them dull your shine.
When fires burn,
you’re the delicate glass from ash,
the beauty in the chaos.
Too many souls hide their hearts
or bury it wear no one can see.
You wear yours proudly,
right there on your sleeve.
You’re the best of us,
in a world of people
content being their worst.
You’ve carefully tilled the earth
to plant your roots and bloom
and you’ve left room in your flowerbed
to share your sunlight too.
For Elanor
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Compelling and original writing
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