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The Awaited Blooming

Poetry By: aSynonymForMAD
Poetry



Sometimes, when things grow too difficult to cope with, to fight against, we hide ourselves away and give up - it's best if we push ourselves up from such a slump, but at times, we need someone else to give us that forceful - yet kind intentioned shove.


Submitted:Dec 8, 2006    Reads: 103    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


The Awaited Blooming

A timid bud,

closed and secluded.

Resembling a precious secret?

Never -

I practically laugh at the prospect.

However,

despite that irrefutable truth,

that timid bud was constantly hidden away.

A vision seldom seen.

A voice not ever heard.

I desired this,

yet I did not.

What did I desire?

What did I yearn?

What was that pain,

that never ceased its pulsating?

How ever did it spawn?

Often I was struck,

by a forlorn feeling.

For as soon as it arrived,

to a new stage I never seemed to have expected,

where more effort would be required,

.....I shyed away....

It was more than just shying away,

it was becoming reticent.

Close-lipped.

Dispassionate.

Quiet and frighteningly secretive...

But through the darkness,

and through the pain,

before I could fade into evanescence....

You reached out your hand,

without any sense of resistance or begrudging.

I glanced up instantly,

abruptly blinded,

by the sudden burst of light;

Of hope.

It was warm.

Oh so inviting.

Though painfully unfamiliar...

Your bright smile,

resembling all that which I had driven away,

almost seemed like a dream...

But I did reach for it.

I reached out my hand,

and grasped onto yours.

At that instance,

in that precious and vital moment in time,

I bloomed into a flower,

and came to life.






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