Blossom
If I could, I would
wrap you up
tightly
in the softest down
blankie
and
rock your broken heart
until you felt safely
protected and
strong
enough
to open your eyes
and know the tears
that soak your world
come from
God
to
water tender shoots
pushing up through despair and
confusion to
seek
the light
that
softly glows in your heart
and grows a tiny bit
brighter
minute by
hour
until there
at the corner of your lips
a slight tug
works
so desperately to
grow into
a ~
Blossom.
Love you, my fragile friend.
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