Bloom.

A Little Piece

I figured out a little piece of me today.

It is a small piece of me.

One that affects a bigger part of me 

It is engraved in my heart.

It is a piece that is stuck.

I can observe this little piece.

And now that I can observe this little piece,

Now that I know it is there,

I can see the tiny corner of it 

is 

broken.

I can see that another corner of it 

is 

sticking out.

It is not sticking out very far

Just enough to be enough.

To be noticeable

To be effective 

And this little piece is attached to a bigger piece

And that bigger piece attached to a larger piece

And then so on and so forth until it forms 

my heart.

And I understand that 

this piece,

This gray colored piece,

Is the reason that part of my heart is 

blue.

And another part fiery 

red.

And yet another part a soft, blush 

pink.

And soon enough this little piece isn't so little anymore.

This piece is the size of my heart

Pumping, making my body live.

And this piece is 

gray.

A dark, stormy 

gray.

You know when the clouds are so dark that they look like rain might burst in showers any second?

That's the color of 

this 

piece.

And because it's like those clouds,

I never will be able to tell if this piece will grow my heart

Or. flood. it.

But right now,

This gray little 

piece...

Is flooding it.