I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I was born from a hurricane of rage and the seed sown in shame. Yet I embraced with fiery grace, defying fate I took my place. In the crucible of adversity, I was forged. Each trial and tribulation only empowered my courage. No hand to help, no loving grace. But within me a flame ablaze. My laughter echoes through the night, a beacon of hope in the shadow’s light. It is in the despair that my strength in the face of cruelty I learned to relentlessly show kindness blooming in the wounded heart; a gentle flower.