Like water frozen to
ice, I watch a blossom
never bloom, it stays
as still as an autumn leaf
deprived of the wind
that should let it go free to
a place where it is
noticed for its aesthetics and
appreciated
in ways it never thought it
could. Tell me where this
transparent liquid will flow,
tell me how far you
will let it if I break free
from these chains I have
inherited, however,
we have fastened them
together, bound by what was
once considered love.