The Sleeping FlowerA Poem by ~ScreamingSilently~
The Sleeping Flower
Born in blood and raised in the dark. To listen to the lonely lark For flowers grow, but fade away New buds will grow and die each day We see beauty in their dying breaths And morn their loss with many deaths Why do they grow, when they know they'll fade? They always fall for the price they paid. Petals fly, and children cry Let the sleeping flower lie. For some pain demands to be felt And It sits there while its feelings melt Although no warmth reaches their roots They have learned so much from this painful pursuit For that is where their deepest fears lurk The people laugh, they point, they even smirk They don't realize that our hells are real We've been cold and empty since you broke the seal. Living lives of shattered glass Waiting for their time to pass Not realizing that we too, are those flowers Living our lives in tears and showers We are watered with hurt, to grow into strengths What we've been through encourages us to go to great lengths To build us up, and make us more Repair our hearts from those who tore Because we can't only be made of our flaws There's more than whats been torn by claws No longer can we wear the identity of broken We keep it as a battle token But we are not fallen heroes, because today we will stand On top of the world for anyone who needs a helping hand For we know how it feels to be crushed by the world Our soul was stolen, our hearts were hurled We fought our battle, and we fought our war We've grown stronger, now our hearts soar Proof of our struggle lays upon our bodies, littered with scars We keep them to remember what we've been through, and we do, when we look to the stars.
© 2014 ~ScreamingSilently~Author's Note
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