Resurrection

Risen dead,
the pheonix from the ashes,
the trinket no one cared to fix was mended,
the beauty found in the beast,
the long-forgotten, withered gardens tended.

A forgotten thing,
lost and beautifully flawed,
may be remembered,
but the scars of the past
shall mark it forever.

Author notes

I'm not really sure what this is. (Again, I write according to how I feel.) I remember reading somewhere, though, that flawed things are the most beautiful, for the flaws bring out its true beauty. Then I thought about how flawed things are usually forgotten because they're "broken", but someone can happen upon them and fix them. It goes for people, too, in a mental sense, I guess. Eh, I really don't know. Interpret it how you may. Comment about it. I'm interested to see what you think.