SPIRIT MADE OF SCARS
You saw the scars beneath my flesh
the ones that ran down the sides of my heart and soul
and you didn't run
you stayed and watched all the ways in which I could fall apart
before you picked me up
set me aflame with your love and cast me far up into the sky
to burn like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes
DAISY
Everyone deserves a daisy in life, a brilliant person
who paints the rest of their days exquisite ivory and mellow yellow
they don't just skim the surface to appease the shallow parts
they dip a whole hand into the waters of the soul
to feel the pain, sorrows, & deep aching of the heart
they mend and fix and work until healing happens
they bring sunshine and happiness to your very existence
they make it bearable
and even better, beautiful
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