If you plant a seed in a small box,
as that flower grows it will push the borders of its confinement,
trying to get out.
And when it blooms it will be banging on the walls,
pleading for its release.
Eager to be free,
to spread its beauty among the world.

My heart is a flower trapped in a box,
except the box,
is my body.
My heart is too big to be limited to the bones that hold it.
It has so much love to give,
and simply no room to give it.
My skin has bruises from times a person has cried,
and my heart tried to pound its way through.
I'm covered in scars from when a lost soul has found me,
and my heart tried to cut its way out.
On the outside,
I appear black and blue,
beaten up,
damaged.
But the masterpiece of my pain,
was created by none other than myself,
by my heart.

You see love,
when you place something big,
inside something small,
it will fight and claw and tear its way out,
until its free.