bloom from gloom

some mornings i wake up

forgetting how to love myself.

i roll over

in an attempt

to make this

existential crisis

more comfortable.

i shrink inside of my body

and nearly suffocate

from the heinous stench

of uncertainty.

i don’t understand me.

how can this world understand me?

sadness rises from the shadows

and swallows me whole,

self-doubt doesn’t come in waves,

it prefers tsunamis,

stability is a myth

to earthquakes rumbling

under my feet,

mommy issues, daddy issues


and triggers are relentless.

i cry, and i cry, and i cry

and realize that i have

no shoulders to water

so i irrigate

the cracks in my palms

and flowers bloom.


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