Thoughts.
Unscrambled to tell you what I want,
yet as the words are straining to be free,
I lose them again.

I want you to know.

What is this feeling?
Do you feel it too?

The subtle lingering of those words that are nonchalantly thrown around,
feeling that there is something there

Wondering.
Do you feel it too?

The chance that something could blossom,
but the terror of being renounced bubbled.
It threatened to take the happiness I could gain

I pushed it away.
Do you feel it too?

I reached out and gained a newfound flower
it bloomed strong and caring.
It bloomed freely and beautifully.

Do you feel it too?