Torment into Blossoms

These words are a reminder that my despair has not been in vain.

The hurt I have experienced has now been slain.

I didn’t know it was ever possible to

Turn something dreadful into a beautiful poem or two.

The beautiful sentences that flow and flow

That makes the pain crawl out of its burrow

I’m starting to believe the negatives aren’t so bad

When you have such a beautiful thing created from the sad

From once a sorrow turned into blossoms

They bloom and bloom into lessened problems

This written pain can relate to so many others

And help them bring forth their torment from under the covers

The pain doesn’t leave forever per-say

But for that blissful moment, they start to gracefully fade away.