When The Somber Flower Blooms - Poem #8

She is a work of art they like to praise and admire 

She carries herself with elegance of a sapphire 

They look at her innocence and thoughtfulness 

As if she never befriended trouble and hopelessness 

It took all she had to not give up to the somberness

She cried it all out and held to the seed of holiness

For deep down inside it grew and bloomed gracefully

As the most precious flowers come from pain and ferocity

I can go on and on, but her journey exhaust the light in me 

Pearl x