Art,  Poetry

Bloom

He asked me,
“Who would you rather be?”
And it was the first time I realized
The similarities between
Unforgiveness and jealousy
My abuser’s wins were my losses
Their losses, my gains
Our lives were still connected
And until I dropped my obsession
That link would stay
It came like a vision
So fast and so sudden
The purpose, the potential
Bursting with new life
And colours I hadn’t seen
All it took was breathing:
In – the injustice
Out – to make room
Purpose isn’t coming
It’s here, in bloom

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