She's hidden behind a veil of insecurities,
Always wondering if she's enough.
Smart enough.
Kind enough.
Pretty enough.
These thoughts run-on like marathons,
But she's not running towards a goal.
The tears race down her face,
Her heart rate accelerates as she sprints away from people who have picked every exquisite flower in her garden,
And left her,
Bare.
She stops running,
Kneels against the Earth,
Digs her hands deep into the dirt,
And smiles.
She wipes the tears away,
And with them go the pain.
Leaving only the look of resiliency.
She pulls up her sleeves,
And cultivates her garden once again.
Pouring her heart and soul into the soil like water,
Nourishing her roots along with these plants.
And as her garden flourishes,
As her flowers begin to bloom again,
The veil she hides behind disintegrates,
Allowing everyone to see her,
Truly,
Unencumbered,
Imperfect,
And absolutely beautiful.
