from the eyes of the Heavens,
Aphrodite
saw you bloom.
she watched your
beauty grow,
rather than pruning
the jealousy
of her own
heart.
You felt her gaze
upon you,
and became bashful
and ashamed.
But your elegance is
not your
definition.
Zeus,
the Father of Olympus,
took one glance at you
and knew
that your loveliness
was not your
significance.
He saw
your purpose,
and turned the focus
from your blushing petals,
to your roots
that hold the ability to heal.
from your very core,
your beauty has
come from
your healing.
Bask in your truth,
my flower.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
from the eyes of the Heavens,
Aphrodite
saw you bloom.
she watched your
beauty grow,
rather than pruning
the jealousy
of her own
heart.
You felt her gaze
upon you,
and became bashful
and ashamed.
But your elegance is
not your
definition.
Zeus,
the Father of Olympus,
took one glance at you
and knew
that your loveliness
was not your
significance.
He saw
your purpose,
and turned the focus
from your blushing petals,
to your roots
that hold the ability to heal.
from your very core,
your beauty has
come from
your healing.
Bask in your truth,
my flower.
