Bloomed From a Rainy Past
by william-ackerman
Bloomed from a Rainy past.
We’re 8 years apart.
Born in entirely different centuries
Born in different seasons and on different days.
Yet we’re exactly alike.
Yet so contradictory
Our hair, our face, our expressions.
Our jobs, our mannerisms, our perspectives.
You don’t see what you’ve done to me Kristoph.
You’ve planted this seed in my head. That I should always listen to you, that what you said was true and gospel.
You nourished that seed in my head while raining down on me like a hailstorm.
You had my strings in your hands. Cherry picking what I thought and what I should know.
You make sure that seed was planted deep inside of me.
But I broke free of your storms.
I became my own flower.
So when I bloomed it wasn’t what you wanted. You tried to prune me. So I built a fence to protect myself.
You gave me the seed but I became my own garden. I flourished while you wilted. Your visions became stationary.
That’s when I realized it.
You aren’t a flower at all.
You’re a weed.
And when you can’t infect one garden you move on.
So you took him.
Now it’s my job to free him of your thorns as well.
And together the two of us will
Bloom.