For the first time

In my entire life,

I was the first to

Rise up and

Bloom.

I stood strong

Through the constant

Pressure

That weighed me down,

Like never before,

I was weak no more.

Stronger than ever,

This was my first bloom,

Now I can rise up

Against the darkness

And anything else too.

This was the time

For my first bloom.

I had finally found room

For growth in this

Once weak heart

That I call my own.

Now the seeds of strength are planted,

It’s time for me to sprout,

To become the flower I know I can be,

To bloom without a doubt.