Plant your Flowers

I have always found it hard to believe

others would see superficial beauty

when they look at me.

Though I understand this at least:

I planted a garden every time I felt the need to self deprecate in the dirty rain.

For every ache,

there grows a flower

and these roots have been sprouting through my chest

I see the roses growing from my flesh

and I can see the beauty they have seen.

Now?

I live in awe of how transformative we can be.

n.f