A flower crushed

There is meaning in the pain and heartache......

A flower crushed is a fragrance fair.  

There is meaning in the bruises, 

beauty from the breaking.

Heart break and unrequited love, 

temper a soul, 

patience and acceptance for what cannot change.

Heat and pressure take a lump of coal, 

changing it into a diamond, 

abrasion cuts away and gives value.

Don’t curse the storm, 

don’t become bitter in the loneliness, 

don’t harden the heart passing through the fire.

When tried by the flame,

Dross removed,

Impurities purged,

A reflection of beauty is seen.

Author's Note

A poem born from pain and learning........

The graphic found on google images.

Reviews

[Marie]

I love how the poet compares the crushing of a flower and the bruises as being experiences which will strengthen and 'harden' us like emotional diamonds. It is so true that we need both patience and acceptance for what we cannot change. Time will change things when the time is right for things to change. When the change arrives it gets rid of all the ugliness in our lives and then, our true beauty is revealed. Wonderful advice given in this poem. I like it very much and the chosen graphic complements both the words and imagery superbly. Great work! Excellent inking! Thank you for sharing, Dave.

[Dave W.]

Thank you for the kind words, you are a good encourager.

[Marie]

Thank you, Dave... Have a very nice day and enjoy...

[Dave W.]

Ditto dude

[Marie]

Dudette, actually, Dave...

[Dave W.]

Ditto dudette

[Marie]

Laughing!!!