All That Remains

Al That Remains 

In darkness we see light, 

with bitter tears are born the sweetness of life. 

You are damaged but not deaf and blind, 

so look in a mirror that's not cracked from side to side 

and find, not what you expect to find, 

not what you hope will be, 

but life flowing upward as a tree reaching for heaven. 

At the end of this journey deep inside, 

you will find beauty has survived. 

A small seed planted long ago,

as weeds grow through broken concrete, 

your beauty will live and climb the brick façade of pain 

until all that remains are the small purple, 

pinky, and blue flowers that have changed bitter soil to love 

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for becky