Jacqs Sullivan
30 May 2023
Curled up, inside a dusty glass bottle
The unopened rose yet to bloom
Gentle wilting cries go unheard
Muffled in a hazy grey vacuum
Choked by pathways, melting into patterns
Rooted to a crumpled and useless map
Stumbling into dead ends and roundabouts
Dragged down, down further pushed under
Coated in concrete floods of confused unknowing
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Slowly dragged from the bottom shelf
Scratching and scraping over bumpy terrain
Hours become days, years that come and go like a tidal wave
Pushing and pulling on tiny grains of understanding
As the dull, cold fog evaporates particle by particle
Piece by piece, the entangled puzzle unravels
Lights illuminate, from flickering to glowing
As the soft delicate petals part and unfold
The new born awakened rose.
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