the angels have the phonebox

Dear heart you have blossomed
Grown
Found truth and stumbled upon death
You have fought and stood
You have been moved to understand beauty in the face of adversity
And now I am going to tell you how brave you really are

You see the world through grey and blue
Through something that you have been told is imperfect
But after being pushed down again and again
You rise up and face fire
You face the dark and you walk forward
When so few do
And let me tell you
The world waits
Patient and warm with welcome
For you to run
Like the night waits to become day
The world waits for you

You have become my sister
Awoken and feasted on life
You see everything around you
You fight with depth
You fight with grace
Your heart is for the destitute

You will not loose your strength in this though
Even in these years of growth
These years of circumstance and truth
You will not be pushed down love
You, with untouchable beauty
You will only bloom now

-E.C. Fleury