The Blossom of the Bud

The petals pull apart from her protected heart,

Reaching out as if to draw curiousity.

 

She has been boiling to bloom,

Hesitating out of self-pity.

Graciously guarding the core of who she is.

Time can no longer wait for her,

Without damaging her potential.

She must choose to reveal herself,

Or remain a bud forever not in bloom.

Change must happen to assure her peace.



So her petals reveal her heart,

Becoming a part of something special,

A garden,

Full of flowers,

Blooming, like her.