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I grew petals in my bruises, thorns from every lie. The soil fed by silence still taught me how to rise. They called me wild and wicked— but I would not weep or wilt. I stitched my name in forest bark and crowned my wounds with guilt. The garden does not ask for mercy. It doesn't mourn the red. It burns, it breaks, it blossoms— like I did when I bled.
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I grew petals in my bruises Thorns from every lie The soil fed by silence Still taught me how to rise The garden does not ask for mercy Nor apologize for red So why should I be sorry For the way I bled? Every wound became a window Every tear became a seed I broke beneath the thunder But now I bloom and bleed To bleed is to bloom To crack is to sing The broken bone becomes the root The scar becomes the wing I don’t need saving I’m a storm in full perfume Don’t fear my thorns— To bleed is to bloom I carved my name into the bark Of every love I left A forest full of echoes Who still whisper with my breath They called me wild and wicked When I wouldn’t wilt or weep But I plant fire with my footsteps And dream while others sleep Every wound became a window Every tear became a seed I broke beneath the thunder But now I bloom and bleed To bleed is to bloom To crack is to sing The broken bone becomes the root The scar becomes the wing I don’t need saving I’m a storm in full perfume Don’t fear my thorns— To bleed is to bloom Bleed into blossoms Cry into crowns Fall into power Don’t let them drown Raise your roots like shields Let your hurt be truth There’s a warrior in the garden And her rage is youth To bleed is to bloom To crack is to sing The broken bone becomes the root The scar becomes the wing I don’t need saving I’m a storm in full perfume Don’t fear my thorns— To bleed is to bloom
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