A bloom
The most gentle conflict
Unruly and disciplined; constantly aware of how deep or shallow her breath.
And so, I fall in love
Prompting her to release the grip
To blossom
Escaping the deceptive grasp that has only assured malcontent despite its seductive whispers
She begins to rise from the dirt
The classroom of her tears teach that all she desires is immediate; well watered and nourished.
Obstructed decades filled with unclear images of worth, value, and beauty fall into the shambles of an identity now tucked away in memories; underground forever.
I pick her from the earth, take her home, a love for a lifetime.
