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Contemplating

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i sit
waiting
wondering
if spring
will
come for me
again

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Bloom

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Bloom

I sit
watching my days like clouds fading
from morning to evening
I muse wondering where are my
dreams, my sunbeams of promises?

I think
who will listen to
my story?
who can I tell…

Someone stole my innocence
long, long ago
A small unfolded rosebud
sending out aromatic essence of bloom
wandering in the wind
waiting…
Not expecting to be handled
Not wanting to be
held
and cast
aside
cool winds whispering my name

I watched
as the sun spilled over the horizon
to caress my tender petals
Someone claimed my
sweet breath too soon

Fresh days of springtime
I was a spring garden
full of light, cool winds swaying
birds all in harmony
bees buzzing

I ran
so full of
expectancy and estacy
I ran into the face of life
Too young to know what it
would bring me

Hot summer days
dogs barking
fear running up my legs
ringing loud in my head

I listened to
love songs
love poems

I listened to soft words
with clandestine meanings
Too young to know
tender plants need room
to bloom
Time
to rise and be strong
Somebody picked me
when I was just a rosebud

I wonder
Can I grow from here?
Will winter overtake me?

I wonder
can I
be a beautiful rose
in Autumn?

I see crimson tides
peeking over blue horizons
pouring liquid light all over me

I feel strong

Sweet gentle perfume
rolls off my
soft velvet petals
penetrating the amber air
I’m in bloom
again