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rooted in ash, with wildfire quietly burning beneath soft petals a rose set alight, with leaves that never begged for rain a quiet kind of burning that never asked to be put out some passersby picked the flower, held her, tried to care some passersby picked her only to give her away but many walked right over her as if she were just an empty flowerbed as if she weren’t a pretty flower as if they didn’t see the thorns or know that petals bruise when held too hard as if softness was made to be claimed not protected still, she learned how to bloom she stood upright in cracked earth with broken stems and blistered leaves with fire in her roots with ashes in her veins reaching always for the light she knew some blooms open only in harsh sun some roots push through broken ground just to feel it there were nights she curled inward like a rose in frost still, she rose. because some flowers still bloom in places no one believed anything could grow and now she is blooming not despite the wildfire but because of it
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
wildflower, still
rooted in ash, with wildfire quietly burning beneath soft petals a rose set alight, with leaves that never begged for rain a quiet kind of burning that never asked to be put out some passersby picked the flower, held her, tried to care some passersby picked her only to give her away but many walked right over her as if she were just an empty flowerbed as if she weren’t a pretty flower as if they didn’t see the thorns or know that petals bruise when held too hard as if softness was made to be claimed not protected still, she learned how to bloom she stood upright in cracked earth with broken stems and blistered leaves with fire in her roots with ashes in her veins reaching always for the light she knew some blooms open only in harsh sun some roots push through broken ground just to feel it there were nights she curled inward like a rose in frost still, she rose. because some flowers still bloom in places no one believed anything could grow and now she is blooming not despite the wildfire but because of it
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17/F/London
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
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