What It Took To Bloom [Poetry]

Mold

It started in the corner of my bathroom wall

It's in a small space, I wasn't bothered. Not at all

Until it started spreading to the walls and the ceiling

I can't help but had a heavy feeling

So I gather my brushes and scrub the mold clean

I was wipe and I wipe until the brushes turn green

So this problem still persist, I told my mother

But she was too busy with my brother and father

This darkness starts to spread to rooms next door

And I did everything l could, to remove the odor

I tried soap, I tried vinegar, even baking soda

But nothing ever works. It only gets bolder

That's when I asked my mother, can we please try something new.

So, she painted over the mold, and finally, a brighter hue.

Though the bath felt cleaner, the smell still remained.

I was fine with that, but in two weeks, they were back again.

So maybe we should leave. Move to another house.

Because the darkness is spreading to the living room couch.

I told my mother that we needed to move. 

She said "What about those two? What will they do?"

I look at them. I see nothing but clumps of mold forming some faces

The mold was them! and my mother sees it. But she works till she creases

The poor girl is getting old and I see the mold growing in her eyes

I want to leave, I don't want this life. I really can't deny

I begged her "Please, follow me to a newer clean house.

Leave behind my brother and leave behind your spouse"

She almost said yes, but she knows that she can't leave

Because the mold has started to cover her feet

So do I leave her behind, do I have to be this cold?

I wish we we never had to deal with this stupid mold