The Flowers of My Poerty

Blooming phrases in my head

   were words in me i wished to speak

   thoughts id never said aloud

   feelings that had not been expressed

   secrets wanting to break free

Closed and buried in my garden 

   i chose to let them die

   planted too deep to see light 

   left alone and in the dark to wither

   no warmth nor rain to help them survive 

Hidden in a fruitful valley

   my tiny bulbs began to grow

   abused but unashamed my sprouts came forth

   each sprout became the stems of my creation

   every leaf was a part of me in poetic form

Pushing passed the surface

   those confined expressions of me flowered

   blooming petals both black and bright

   no longer dormant i blossomed into my own

   taking my place in this garden of poetry