A Soul’s Flower
BY SAMANTHA BELL
Their chilling laughter is always heard behind my back.
Why they laugh is always known to me.
They laugh at my flawed perfection,
Or at least what they believe to be perfection.
I pay no mind to their educated ignorance,
For I know the true sight of beauty.
True beauty screams from inside us all,
Begging to be set free.
If you listen carefully, you can hear their in-audible whispers from within.
In each person, there is a soul that is a seed.
This seed creates the most beautiful flower.
No two flowers are ever alike.
The others are too blind to see, but my soul is a flower in full bloom.
PHOTO BY CASSIDY FICKER
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