Meant to Bloom (By Cat Matchuk)
She was meant to bloom,
to plant her feet in the dirt and grow.
She can’t get comfortable,
but wants to throw out
a sober retelling of emotions.
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
She was meant to bloom,
to plant her feet in the dirt and grow.
She can’t get comfortable,
but wants to throw out
a sober retelling of emotions.
Fill my lines so you appear busy.
Mundane tasks
They look important,
but they are
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It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one.