Blooming
It is not I who determines who I will be.
I only know there is a beauty within.
Somewhere, perhaps hidden, I have a light,
Which will do as it pleases.
I sometimes allow its presence,
if only for a nanosecond.
I dream, and there it is.
I love, and it slips past.
I am grateful for life,
and it shines, a little.
Where it is going,
I have no clue.
I wish I could give it more,
but I withhold access.
It takes me on its
journey, for slight glimpses,
then I fear and let it go.
One day, I will allow it
to be wholly within me.
And I will become one
Who is whole.
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