I want to bloom--

is that the word for it? I want to unfurl,

billow, love unconditionally, fearless

no excuses, there would be no excuses

to be pure in an impure vessel

a spirit hasn't chosen its home

beautiful in my wretchedness,  

salt will still burn like all the others

but i'll be soothed by words of milk

is that strange of me to say, I want

to know the woman I'll be someday