In Full Bloom

In full bloom there came to be
a flower, emerging from under a tree,
so strong, and steady, it was for me,
it grew up, becoming a sight to see

Such a vibrant beauty, it was
it became a nuisance to see, because
it clamored to be as bright as the tree
yet never took over anyone but me

Always understanding its place,
it never grew high or covered my face
but stood there, solid, in its own right,
declaring its presence, in darkness and light

Awake each day, before I was up,
it knew who I was, that I was enough,
and nudged me gently along the way
to create, and grow, to remain and play

It spoke to me, loud and clear,
if anything dare come far and near
to the land where I was comfortably so
it would always be there, forever to grow

becoming a flower, its petals all seen
and even the ones that grow between
peeking out from behind the rest
blooming brighter, always doing their best

to show the world who they can be
not hiding beneath or behind destiny
they sprang forth, shining bright, as one
in full bloom, becoming completely undone

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