Bud In Bloom
a tiny green bud inside of her chest
her confidence is a carnation
fragile and small, wrinkled at best
her silence knows no bounds
the impression of the wind is left
on her petals as she blooms into
the flower of her heart
little to know and little to say,
roots flow like water into the quaking earth
that scrambles what's within
and rejects what's without
her confidence is a carnation
little to know
wrinkles as it grows
