‘Bloom from the Broken’ by Amira

This poem is the second in a series of poems by Amira, a poet and guest contributor to our blog. We will publish one of her poems every week. We pray that these poems touch your heart as much as they did ours.

Bloom from the Broken

There were cracks running through me,

deep and sharp,

like faults in forgotten stone.

I called them ugly once,

held hate and spite like a second skin.

But time moved,

and something softer came.

From every broken place,

a flower rose —

not despite the crack,

but because of it.

Vines wove gentle hands through the jagged lines,

petals burst from every wound,

and the air filled with the scent of becoming.

This body, this mind, this life —

They are not ruins.

They are gardens stitched together by resilience,

wild and strange and beautiful.

I am not what was broken.

I am what bloomed.

About The Author

 I’m Amira, and writing has always been the way I process my feelings and the world around me. A lot of what I write comes from real moments in my life—small things that stayed with me, or emotions I couldn’t explain out loud. My poems are pieces of myself, and sharing them means a lot to me.  

About ‘Bloom from the Broken’

I wrote this poem because I’ve seen how life can grow out of the most unexpected, hurt places. Healing isn’t neat, but even in our cracks something new can form. It serves as a reminder that being broken doesn’t stop you from becoming something meaningful.

About Muslim Women For

Muslim Women For regularly publishes submissions to the blog. We encourage submissions from community members. To learn more, visit our submission criteria page. The views and opinions expressed in these posts do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of the organization, ‘Muslim Women For.'