Growth Through Pain
Some blooms only open after the storm, and I’ve been nothing but thunder lately.
Crashing loud against the sky, breaking silence with my rage, shaking roots deep beneath the surface— making space for new light to grow.
Every flash, every roar, a pulse of life refusing to be quiet, reminding me that pain is not the end— but the wild, messy beginning of becoming.
I am the storm’s aftermath, the fragile flower rising fierce and untamed.
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