An orchid blooms through neglect And torture. My soul is damaged Like the dog we adopted from the pound, I fear being bit again. Yet, you still show me warmth Even when I snap and retreat To the former self I hate. You tell me not to. “Don’t think like that. We’re here for you.” The fog is clearing, and I can see The reality of my life. No one loves me Like you. You give me happiness. You hear my pain and listen to my heart. You see me as I don’t see. You feel all of me and reciprocate. You protect me from hurting myself. As the flower depends on the sun, I consume the rays of your compassion. I need you because I love you. You showed me I can be beautiful.