One day, I hope you see yourself the same way,
as a garden after rain at the break of day.
Not damaged by the storm that darkened the sky,
but made more luminous because it passed by.

You deserve flowers, fragrant and bright,
for choosing love when it was easier to fight.

Not because you are broken or needed repairing,
but because you kept blooming, kept hoping, kept caring.

You deserve flowers, every petal, every hour,
for the beauty of your heart and the grace of its power.

For though life may have tested you again and again,
you bloomed through the breaking, and blossomed within.