Bloom | Poem


A soil buried deep in my lungs

Timelessly blooms flowers.

They’re beautiful, but grow


If I could plant myself in my own shoes,

I’d walk through their splendor


I saw a much better drawing of flowers growing from lungs a while ago, and I remember being captivated by the idea that something can be beautiful and suffocating all at once. Flash forward, when I set out to write a poem, the image returned to me and quickly became the focal point. It has become a poem about restriction: do you allow others expectation to weigh you down from the inside or see them outwardly as opportunities. But as always, I just hope you enjoyed reading it!

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