Bloom.

There’s something that’s

Been on my 

Mind. 

How things change

They reshape

They modify.

How words are shaped

Analogies formed.

Lines are written,

Some stories-

Some songs.

Bloom.

You,

Your roots

Are

Grounded. 

Firm. 

Your tainted ideologies

Now being

Uprooted.

The sadness

You’ve felt

Diminished. 

By the very soil,

You planted.

You were planted,

In.

Inside and out,

You feel a nagging—

You feel a thought.

An idea. 

A new leaf.

Sprouting.

Your ideas become 

Different.

No longer set in stone,

They’ve been broken.

You’ve broken away from

All that you’ve ever

Known.

You’ve,

Grown.

Bloom.