“You’re as pretty as a flower.”
I’ve heard that a few times.
I want to tell them that this flower has had to start over and blossom over and over again.
My petals have been plucked and torn off.
My stem has been clipped.
But we all know that a flower can not die unless it’s pulled from it’s roots.
My roots are strong. You instilled these roots in me.
Because of you, I am still alive. I am still blooming.