Outside my window lies a tree with ample stems
And each stem reminds me of an abandoned beginning
As if they sprouted without a purpose
And wallowed away while another one grew
And only a few bloom
Which makes me think about my own family tree
About which stem blooms next
Hoping it’s the stem that’s linked to me
Or will I be one of the ones without purpose?
A burden in disguise
Will I wallow away like the others?
Leaving nothing behind in my demise
I want to be the soil that feeds the tree
The bark that keeps it protected
I want to be something someone needs
Not some stem that gets neglected
I want to bloom.
I need to bloom.
Please let me bloom.
And I will repeat this over and over until one day,
Until one day I am,
The stem that blooms.