A Flower Blooms

Such a beautiful poem I had to share…

So young; shy; quiet; her voice often lost on the wind. Reserved; withdrawn; lonely; her feelings often ignored. Broken; imperfect; defeated; her sense of self only an essence of what she could have been. Now, like a blooming flower, with the sunlight touching her soul; she will come back to life and recovery will begin. […]

via A Flower Blooms — Surviving Childhood Trauma

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