Bloom, darling, bloom.

Let your words grow from tiny whispers
To deafening screams
With a burning passion to be heard,
To be noticed by the thousands
Who purposefully cover their ears
Under the guise of deafness.

Grow from your seedling of doubt
In the omnipresent black and white
Of your cross-stitched blindfold of belief
That obscures you from the colourful truth.
Allow your tightly closed petals to open
And become a part of the colourful truth.

Become more than what you think you are.
More than a closed off little bud unable
To form a connection with the cruel world,
Incapable of pollination, germination-
Simply grow until you're ready, darling
Then open your petals wide,
Embracing this beautiful world
Because finally, you see that you belong.

Bloom, darling, bloom.