The Blossom

Some rainbows are a bumpy ride, Always when there's something to hide. Internal woes awakened by Unmet needs; shares intensify. The inevitable timing's Synchronous decisions miming, Pro and con sides facet debate; Are friendly, civil, or irate. Here forgiveness spans protocol, Blame and selfishness, none to all. Who's to decide? Just let it go. It's the only way you can grow. The one who's left alone will find Their priorities realigned. Maturity heals this pain Opens your heart, love to obtain. Sensing happiness with self does Gives inside confidence because, Good company in self relieves The loneliness others believe. See and learn all is not your fault, Life's been seasoned with too much salt. Just a touch of pickled, preserved You, the blossom, beautifully served.