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