A Bloom Untouched
She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen within a quiet world, enthroned.
No boastful light, no cry for passing praise,
She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene.
Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays,
Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been.
They see her not—the ones who look in fear,
For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds.
Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear
Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find.
She is a bloom the world may not deserve,
Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.
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Author’s Note:
This sonnet whispers of a woman like a rare bloom hidden in shadows—unseen, untouched by the clamor of the insecure. Her quiet strength is a secret force, both regal and elusive, veiled beneath a graceful silence. She walks in realms where few dare to follow, a presence felt but never fully grasped. This poem is a tribute to the enigmatic power that lives in stillness and the unspoken depths of inner dignity.
Copyright © Rowena Velasco | Year Posted 2025
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