The Flower They Could Never Break

My sweet little bud—

the one I planted, nurtured,

and watered with my own blood.

You bloomed into the prettiest flower,

the one where butterflies always hover.

Nectar brimmed with love,

with the unbound blessings of a mother—

standing alone,

spreading your euphoric vigor.

You could never be weak.

You weren’t born to be suppressed.

Your voice is unequivocal,

a flame that refuses to dim.

Be the light that pierces dark,

the sun that thaws the cold.

My warmth is trapped within you—

stay fearlessly, endlessly bold.

Rise against hands stained red.

Do not be imprinted

by their cruel marks

or bitter deathbeds.

For you are the provider,

the nurturer herself.

Never be afraid—

always be yourself.

Remember:

you are the beginning,

and you are the end.

The flower they could never break

or bend.

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