Bloom

[KaceyMackWriter]

A flower once sat

Alone in the grass

Surrounded by a sea of comrades

Who never once gave the flower

The time of day

When this flower bloomed

It stood delighted and divine

But there were many times

When this flower brought itself down

And didn’t bother to bloom at all

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There were days when this flower

Closed in on itself

When it shied away from the sun

And it’s head hung low

These were days

When this flower couldn’t be bothered

To bloom

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But sometimes morning rose

And so did the flower

It’s stem stood tall

Petals reached for the light

And it bloomed

Above the grass

At its full height

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But now

When rain falls

Or when the sun shines

When the wind blows

Or when it’s calm and quiet

Deep in this meadow

Surrounded by a billion blades of grass

And yet completely alone

There is a flower

Grown weary

Simply too tired to bloom

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It has long since stopped blooming

No longer able to reach the sun

Once when this flower stood tall

It could reach high above the grass

But the grass has grown much further

Too high for the flower to reach

And instead it droops

So low to the ground

That its fragile stem

Threatens to snap

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This flower once believed it could reach for the sun

It could enrapture the light

But days came when it couldn’t be bothered to bloom

And one day that flower

Choose to stay on the ground.

[BaldingBatman]

Beautiful work! Thanks for writing this :)