I see it.
The way those eyes sparkle through the pitch dark room.
The way those glistening jewels were filled to the brim with tears.
The sound of a gut-wrenching sobs you're trying to contain.
Indeed, the sound of silence is so bittersweet,
even when nothing is heard everything is seen.

I get it.
The exhausting, numbing, consuming pain, you're no stranger to it.
A feeling that could never decipher, nothing seems to make sense of it.
You were just as lost as the ocean around you,
As empty as the space you're staring to.

I know it.
You're a fighter who knows when to surrender my dear,
Everything's going to be alright, there's nothing to fear.
Resting your weary heart is an act of bravery,
You're worthy of being love so deeply.

In those vivid scars, it is where flowers will bloom,
And no one deserves to indulge in your petals if they cannot embrace your thorns.