You see the skin and flesh
That covers me,
Yet you will never get to see
The other side of me
The one that survived the
Coldest nights,
The side that endured
Burning from every side.
Will you see me?
Or will you see the child
I once was?
Will you choose to understand
Me as a person,
Or as a number to be
Viewed as a product?
We all bleed
Bruise
And scar,
And I will choose no longer
To be immune to it
YOU ARE READING
Burning Flowers
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I have written over the past years, as well as months. Themes come from parts of my life, such as hurt, grief, codependency, and experiencing the love of God. All poetry is of my original work.
