She started with a breath, like a silky, smooth, chocolatey, Lilly bloom.
She was sweet. She was craved.
it wasn’t long though,
before show,
the darkness gave way.
Turning her seeds into that of a black dahlia, that would only shine by day.
Soon, she painted black, her lips and took hold of her hips, she presented, The Queen of the night, the black tulip.
They said crazy, bat orchid, she had gone. Her harmony, no longer heard in her song. Weak, her black pansy days, kept her fighting to be strong.
Now, like the black widow cranesbill, she had a strength to kill bill, but the deal, still, it wasn’t sealed.
Eventually, when the cold refused to leave her alone, she then turnt to stone.
Onyx,
in the wind,
it can’t be blown.
So now, when warmth comes again,
bloom Onyx,
For, Before you
So many seeds were already sown.
All of our #mistakes, #short comings and #downfalls are simply stepping stones to who we are. #Change is the only constant, so we are ever changing. You shouldn’t delete or #forget what made you strong, instead, #bloom from the cracks in your #stone.
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When a stone blooms 