Flower of Wounds




There are some wounds, 

Buried deep inside, 

Hidden, that no one founds, 

May drive an emotional tide! 


They are like those flowers, 

Held in the fist very tight, 

Lost their fragrant showers,

Still, their thorns give a painful fight! 


Once I opened the fist, 

The cuts of thorn dried, 

Petals blew with sweaty mist, 

Freed their scent flied! 


Flowers of wounds, 

Wither when secured,

With the freedom of forgiveness,

Even the deepest wounds are cured!

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