Napowrimo Day 19 Poem: Bloom

Prompt: None used. I actually wrote another poem earlier, but it was pretty angry and raw and I'm not ready to share it. Then I had this idea. It's not brilliant, but I see the beginnings of something in it.

April 19/13

Photo by and (c)2007 Jina Lee

Bloom

A small, fragile blossom,

Wrapped up tight against itself,

Against the world,

Needs nurture and love and kindness,

To show itself to the world.

If picked at,

Kicked,

Starved,

It will shrivel and die,

Hidden and

Bruised,

Unfulfilled.

Cut short.

It's purpose is to thrive and open,

Expose its tender centre,

Bloom,

Be a fragrant, vibrant miracle of nature.