Issue #5: Blooming

We are blooming,
Not because the soil was kind,
But because we stayed
Even when the dark
Wrapped itself around our roots.
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We are blooming
Through the ache of yesterday,
Through our cracked voices
And trembling hands
That kept holding on.

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We are blooming,
As we unlearn the falsehood
We used to preach to our hearts
That we are worthless
And inadequate.

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We are blooming,
Slowly, bravely,
With petals still unsure
If the sun will stay,
But opening anyway.

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We are blooming,
With no need for permission
To be our beautiful selves.
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