Within each crease, beneath each scar, and etched in every vein
Her petals form a tale alive with hope carved out of pain;
Though deeply marred, disfigured, torn, her beauty proves to me
The choice to bloom despite her wounds is what has set her free.
I read within imperfect folds a novel penned by grace,
For harshest hurts transformed, redeemed, become the very place
Where subtle hues and fragile scent, those glories forged by stress,
Release our truest, highest self – the beauty in the mess.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
One of your best, Melody! Thank you!
*blush* Thanks. You are so sweet.
I absolutely love this piece of your writing, thank you for sharing it.
Thanks so much!
I’ve been reading your poetry for over an hour and don’t want to stop. Some are simple, like Perspective and a few are difficult, but they are all magnificent. I am stopping now with this one not knowing If there are more to come, simply because I want to think about this one without having other lines to confuse me. You have a depth of meaning even in short pieces that grabs me and lest you decide I am a slow reader I’m not really, I just like to meditate on what is said, sometimes drawing up my own thoughts and at other times (I hope) understanding what you are saying. Another one that I really enjoyed was Seen and Heard.Thanks for following me and I apologize it took me so long to get to this very nice part of getting to visit with those who send me their posts. I’ll be looking forward to reading something again soon.
Thank you so much for that thoughtful encouragement. I am thrilled that you are enjoying my poetry. Thanks so much for your visit!