That beautiful tree...
My only view from a hospital surrounded by moans of agonizing pain.
The only living thing that had the strength to bloom in that tragic space.
The colors of pink and red combining and creating a masterpiece that is truly breathtaking.
The lightness of the branches make it so fragile, so delicate..
The fact that it is only able to bloom in the spring, makes it an unforgettable view.
Bloom only in the spring..
I was born on the first day of spring, i bloomed out of my mothers womb.
Happiest moments of her life, is what she states them to be.
Do i believe that?
Not at all.
Ive been called a mistake.
A disappointment.
A burden.
A disownment.
That type of diction, the connotation used.. doesnt make me feel like I'm the best thing that has ever happened to her. Yet here i am, being one of the only things she has left. Fully pleading that God gives me a forgiving heart..
Her flower in that spring, was a seed she had no intention of planting.
A flower that bloomed, after the fires, after the storms, after the winter.. A flower that brought life to a home of destruction, a home of orphans, a home of sisters, a home of seperation, a home of cancer..
Spring time after spring time, was my time to bloom.
But now, theres no color in the petals that burst out, everything as of right now is just black and white.
As if there's nothing blooming.
Nothing coming to life.
This spring, this season, is about to begin. Yet, it feels as if ive been caught in the middle of winter.
The middle of a horrific snow storm that has me held captive.
Captive from the beauties of a season full of vibrant colors.
A season that bears life like this cherry blossom tree..
Cherry blossom.. how sweet the sound of it.
That tree brought me slight joy in those terrifying moments.
That tree gave me hope.
It signified life being able to bloom, in a place full of nothing but darkness.
Bloom, is all that it did.
Maybe i should do the same.
