A delicate flower few have loved.
Many times wilted by an uncaring touch or word.
Yet, without fail, has sprung into full bloom.
Bitterness grew into Love.
Pain developed into Strength.
Hate bloomed into Forgiveness.
And Sorrow bore Compassion.
She has been watered by her own tears.
The light of her kindness has gifted her sustenance.
A rare and beautiful flower, indeed.
-Sarah S Mitchell
This poem is about someone very dear to me. She has taught me the spirit of turning negative emotions into positive strengths. I am truly grateful for the hardships she has born and the good person she has chosen to become. She chose kindness over revenge and taught me the value of being a good person.