Bloom

When you think of flowers blooming you think of the stages they have to go through- toget to the point of being admired by rhe world, even captivating a lover's eye- as if it is waiting to be plucked and cherished eagerly. But the ones I cherish bloom in my heart. You planted them there so unexpectedly. From a seed, you planted an idea. From a sprout, you guided me to reach towards the sky. You water me daily, feed my soul, nuture my sprouts- encouraging me to grow strong and tall. And when I am resilient to all weather conditions- I bloom. I transition into the best version of myself. And when winter comes and withers me away- I come back again, each version better than the last. You are the curator to the garden of my soul- I will always appreciate your decision to choose me to plant as your beautiful garden.