Beauty was a term that never resonated.
They say it is found from within,
But I was a storm–
Full of terrifying thunder and constant rain.
.
Pleading to blossom like the others,
Yet, I did no work.
.
Beauty is a term that now has a deeper meaning,
A term that resonates more than anything I’ve ever felt.
A divine power.
My storm still remains.
But that scary thunder?
Well, she became a striking lightning.
And that rain?
She helped me blossom into something no words can fully describe.
.
Like a cherry blossom,
I took my time,
Found my energy,
And finally bloomed–
Into someone beautiful.
About the Creator
Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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I was a storm– Full of terrifying thunder and constant rain. My tattoo lines. Lovely.