sadness blooms like a flower
budding from roots planted deep within
growing without warning
it unfurls its soft petals between your ribs
pushing up against your skin
overtime small thorns grow
to protect the flower
the thorns grow stronger
with each mountain overcome
but you get cut on your own thorns
creating one pain to protect another
…
and maybe briefly
the flower wilts
and the sadness dies down
but like all living things
it has planted its roots
waiting for its moment
to bloom again
