New Blooms
I am fractured
tattered frayed
rippling in whirls
where fragments of thoughts scatter
tethered to a core that trembles
holding tight
despite the many forces
strained under the elements of life.
I mourn the petals gone.
The particles of my identity
long lost to times depravity.
I wait to see if I am but this blossom gone to seed
or under these roots new blooms bring peace.
Copyright © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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