blossom

ideas starting as little seeds I heed

each one sprouting into me I see

them stealing shapes is all it takes I shake

wishing to go slow I know

this turbulence could drown renown I frown

it’s never good enough so tough I stuff

them back inside my lies I try

to guard each cracked flashback I pack

up to move on to better weather as I tether

these strings of words together

hoping something might blossom