A heart made of glass, shattered at last

Turned into stone to cover the gold

Torn at the threads until nothing was left

Pebbles to pearls, the sun gleams again

Carved out the truth from the piercing scorn

The shadows succumb after years tearing down

The blood gushing out, released a sprout

A flower of peace dancing carefree

Born from the darkness and shame in oneself

Survived through the torment to be something else

No longer a puppet or a toy to be played

Starved from love, starting to believe

This is how bleeding leads to beauty