Bloom
You do not have to be perfect,
You do not have to beg and plead-
for forgiveness that is already given to you.
You only have to ask once,
and you will be forgiven.
You only have to let your,
inner voice speak your truth -
tell me about your loneliest days,
and I will tell you mind.
Meanwhile, a child throws a rock
into the water just to watch the ripples.
The clouds make way for the moon -
as the stars come out at night.
Wherever you are no matter how strong-
or weak you may be feeling,
the night offers itself to you
like the sun coming up for the next day,
and the way the flowers bloom-
you will too.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
