A bloom

The most gentle conflict 

Unruly and disciplined; constantly aware of how deep or shallow her breath.

And so, I fall in love

Prompting her to release the grip

To blossom

Escaping the deceptive grasp that has only assured malcontent despite its seductive whispers 

She begins to rise from the dirt

The classroom of her tears teach that all she desires is immediate; well watered and nourished.

Obstructed decades filled with unclear images of worth, value, and beauty fall into the shambles of an identity now tucked away in memories; underground forever.

I pick her from the earth, take her home, a love for a lifetime.