Bloom

I was told to bloom,

As if it was easy,

Because growing never is.

 

I was told to bloom,

When I only had seeds,

And felt the disappointment when I didn’t.

 

But yet when I finally did bloom,

I did so with brilliance.

 

I had flowers of every kind of color,

Twirled and twisted in my hair.

 

Vines like ivy and morning glory,

Twisted themselves around my wrists.

 

I bloomed,

But it never was enough,

Because I never did,

On your time,

I did it on my own.

 

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