A/N: Written for Milly (Mein Liebling) for writing the most poems for the April 2014 Poetry Flood Competition at the HPFC. Sorry it's late, and enjoy Milly!
Pot of Flowers
She wasn't the perfect little flower
everyone saw.
She had marks.
She had scars.
All those glorious things
that people too close to the light
forgot
But they were there, and if they'd cared enough
or less, to dig deeper
they would have seen
But then they'd touch the most tender
part of her
and it'd hurt,
when their little chisel slipped
and left a tiny scar
onto her.