The Bloom

The Bloom

A Poem by Indra's Child

8 in the morning, put my sneakers on
I head through the door
I don't care about the way they look
At me anymore
The wind is blowing through the trees
Whispers fill my ears with unease

2 PM I walk outside to live and breathe
The same air as you
There's a heaviness in the air now, it's
Getting hard to do
And eyes keep pressing in on me
I wonder if I will suffocate
Or get crushed by the gravity

You wanted to know me
Not as broken glass but as the one that you were looking for
You wanted to love me
Not as a vine of thorns but as the flower that blooms
But it wasn't easy, no it's never easy

Lo and behold
I'm stranded again alone
Feeling the weight of the world
Without the love I'm told
Will free us from these cycles
The same cycles
That imprison without remorse

You wanted to know me
Not as broken glass but as the one that you were looking for
You wanted to love me
Not as a vine of thorns but as the flower that blooms
But it wasn't easy

5 at night without you lying next to me
An eternity
I wake up from my vampire slumber
Legs feel like lumber
Under the pressure
With the strength I can't muster
Feels like I lost my chance a very long
Long time ago,
Now I've got nowhere else to go,
Moving so slowly

You wanted to see me
Not as weaponry, but as the one that you were fighting for
You wanted to feel me
Not as the cut of thorns but as the petals that bloom
Illusion is easy

© 2022 Indra's Child


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Added on January 24, 2022
Last Updated on August 18, 2022

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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..

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