A Delicate Bloom
Should I let my flower free,
opening to the first light they see,
colors swimming in the dew,
vulnerable to the touch?
Or should I lock them away,
keep them behind glass that glows blue,
distant and only in the imagination
of those who know the folds of a flower.
There is a risk to blooming,
to opening yourself and exposing the heart of you,
even to those you trust the most,
but if you can’t trust them – then who?
For if we do not tend the garden,
everything within it dies,
and when the bees cease to visit,
are we not the poorer without such beauty?
©️ Emma Steel
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