our deleted conversations // a collection of poetry & short stories

full bloom.

I've always hoped for the best version of me, and there's been some times where I've felt that I wasn't good enough. We all have insecurities.

And I've been grateful that I have friends and people to rely on in the darkest times where I've felt alone.
They have constantly reminded me that I am enough and that I just have to believe.

This chapter means a great deal to me, and I hope that it does to you. This one is to remind us, that we are the most amazing kind of our selves to ever live.

We are all sunflowers amongst a garden of roses.

Proudly I present,
Act Eight : Full Bloom.

Act Eight : Part One
"My Mother's Garden"

Mother once said that humans greatly resemble flowers.

They are born from the earth and tears of the sky.
They sprout with the aid of time.
And bloom on the right season
until eventually, they wither.

The only difference we have from them
is that we would rather become roses
when we could be the most beautiful sunflowers.

Act Eight : Part Two
"Self-Worth"

There have been times
where the makeup
was not enough
to cover the marks we had.

There have been moments
where our towers of confidence
were demolished
with words for bombs.

There will be instances
where the winters will last too long
that the light would be difficult
to see once more.

But believe me when I say
that Spring will come
and that flowers will bloom
with the first spark of self-worth you find.

Act Eight : Part Three
"Timeless"

Stop plucking your petals,
spare yourself the pain.

The effort you've done will never make you fit in.
It's better if you let yourself grow further.

Looks and charms will always be temporary.
Your self-love will remain timeless.

Act Eight : Part Four
"Therapist"

"Have you ever felt it before?" — I ask hesitantly.

"Believe it or not, yes. I have felt it before."

"How did you overcome it?"

She pauses her response.
And puts her hands onto mine.

"I used to go through dark times. Very hopeless days, those times were. And I had to take the walls down one by one. And it wasn't exactly easy to do so." — she spoke.

"The worst thing about all of it was they left a mark on me that I could never get rid of."
— she continued as she lifted to show her wrists, which had scars from what I presume was self-harm.

"But these, they're also a reminder that I survived what I went through all those years, that I was stronger than the pain I endured. And so are you.
You are not disgusting. You are not ugly." — tears fall from her eyes as I struggle not to let mine do the same.

"You do not need to let the words of others define who you are. Those things aren't yours to take in. What matters is what you think about yourself.
And you have to believe that all of us are so beautiful regardless of anything that tells otherwise." 

She is strong.
And she made me believe that I am too.
So should you.

Act Eight : Part Five
"Insecurity"

We have been through so much
to keep pretending that we are still picture perfect
when we are not.

We have to stop hiding our truest form
if we are to ever find people
whom we could truly trust.

We have to be able to sacrifice
what other people think about us
if we want to be stronger
than the words we are built out of.

end of act eight.

Author's Note:

Once again, I'm really sorry for the late release.
Our connection's been having some problems lately and I hope it would be resolved soon.

Keep safe and enjoy!
byeeeeeeeeee~