A Sunflower Surrounded by Roses

There's beauty in you too.

I read poetry and listen to the war in the dark trench, black quicksand rising to drown me in insecurities and the worst part of me, ready to fill my viens with the black poison of the worst spell, the one labeled "the worst part of you."

The light reaching to the trench as if it's trying to burn it out. Flowers growing on either side, on top of the other, a small brick wall of hope.

When I look into the trench I feel nothing but a black void scortch through my veins, and engraving on my skin of every flaw I've ever told myself.

But when I feel the sun's warmth and the soothing soft grass,
I feel nothing but all the beautiful things in myself and the world around me.