Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the grass fractures in my concrete heart.
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it away; entombed it behind layered barbed wire.
Isolation does a strange thing to the heart and I felt it turn to solid stone from the inside out.
From where the seed originated will remain the world’s biggest enigma - the eighth wonder.
Or how it crept its way through strategized protections, turning sadness to fertilized soil.
What sustenance it bloomed from is a mystery to me, as I often felt I had nothing to offer
Other than a hole where the soul should be, a heavy chest and eyes dried like the Sahara.
Yet, here it stands.
Will my sour grow this flower thorns? Will I leave it malnourished? Will my dark kill it first?
Will I attempt carefully tending to delicate petals but find myself too heavy handed?
Or will I remain captivated by its presence or ability to grow from what was once desolate?
Will I water it daily? Will I use the light it emits to spark a sun in myself to grow it further?
As its roots spread, wrapping tightly around my heart, I feel a rapid beat replace the dead.
I feel its echo against my ribcage, the blood rushing to pale cheeks, emotions stirring
Until a smile long forgotten springs to my lips as the floodgates open, drowning me in new.
I’ve never had much of a green thumb, never cared for something so gorgeous as this.
Despite the many questions I hold - how am I deserving, is it my imagination - I cherish it,
That who has melted a heart of pure steel and given life to a girl who had already given up.
I am so happy to see this nominated! It's a piece that really blossoms (couldn't think of any other word haha). I feel the tenderness that new love holds, and the care and patience and gentleness it often requires... as you both may share the fear of being open, butt learn to grow from and with each other. So many delicate lines in this that carried the theme and metaphor of flowers/gardening perfectly and our vulnerabilities. Letting ourselves be loved is huge, and beautiful. Especially trusting someone else, even if slowly and cautiously at first. This piece just has gorgeous imagery and a depth that leaves me feeling so satisfied after reading. It's amazing what we may think is barren or desolate in us, when we isolate for so long, can be tended to... and we just have to welcome and embrace it. Not let the doubt rule us or lead us to sabotage ourselves or, as you beautifully write, let the dark kill any further chances.