In the desert of your childhood, you were a flower,
Lovely and strong.
The darkness in the family around you
Never completely put out your light.
People hurt you and took from you,
But you transcended their level,
And gave kindness to the world.
Often, you walked alone with no help on your journey,
And that was the easy part.
Often, you climbed your way out of dark holes,
Where people nearly buried you.
Your role models taught cruelty,
But you chose to learn love.
You were betrayed over and over,
And still you bravely choose to trust.
I am proud of you, beautiful soul,
For all the ways you held true your inner grace,
And all the ways
You became you,
A miracle.
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