Monochrome Rainbow [✔️Completed]

BLOSSOM

Flowers cannot blossom 

when they are deprived of light 

as for us... 

that is often when we bloom the most 

in the quiet, contemplative darkness of night 

where there is nowhere to run 

but inward 

into the labyrinth of tortured memories 

we've spent a lifetime avoiding 

It's in that suffocating solitude 

where we're forced to confront ourselves 

where repressed thoughts 

rise up like wounded phantoms 

awaiting exorcism 

and our dirty, scarred souls 

are left naked and exposed 

wishing to be cleansed 

by our own hands 

We see our deepest regrets 

our rawest imperfections 

our most crippling insecurities 

reflected back at us 

like cracked mirrors 

demanding acknowledgment 

And in reliving that pain 

we begin to drain its power 

growing stronger from the hurt 

we purify the poison from our veins 

like baptizing malevolent spirits 

from our mind's darkest corners 

Every sleepless night 

becomes a rejuvenation 

an internal reset 

scrubbing our blackened slates 

until they can sparkle enough 

to catch the sunlight again 

without deflecting the loving rays of warmth 

that allow us to grow beyond our woes