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I wrote this poem last night. It took me 6 hours and I finished it at 6a.m. My eyes and brain were burned dry. It is called "Blossom." I hope someone out there might like it.


Blossom

You are like a flower that realises it is growing in a green field with a fragile stem bending in the breeze. You see many others similar to you, with neck craned back and head aimed towards the blue heaven to receive precious gifts of golden rays and droplets of water. When the warm circle of brightness emerges, your heads turn into unclenching fists and your petals open up like fingers in a mechanical motion of acceptance.

You were once a seed in a womb of dark earth. Now you are a flower rising upwards into light and air. With roots fixed firmly to the soil, you are reminded of where you began and where you will one day return. But now is the time to live, to raise your head and grow in the warmth and in the light.

Your energy is the synthesis of nature and your destiny is in its grasp. You are frightened of being plucked from the earth, of being taken away before you reach fulfilment.

With fearless vigour: blossom into the world!