The Battle for Bloom
Alexandria Dunnion
A whisper started, soft and low, A shadowed path where dreams don’t grow.
At twenty years, a fragile soul, Lost to the lure, beyond control. The needle’s kiss, a fleeting ease, A hollow comfort in the breeze Of broken promises and tears,
Through two long decades, heavy years. Her spirit dimmed, a flickering flame, Whispering a forgotten name, The girl she was, before the blight, Lost in the endless, starless night. Then, a tremor, unexpected grace, A fragile hope that saw her through The clinging darkness, the despair, A sudden, fierce and urgent prayer. For this small seed, this nascent bloom, She fought the shadows of her tomb. The grip released, the chains unbound, On sacred, newly fertile ground. The battle raged, a brutal fight, Towards the dawning of the light. Ten years have passed, and seasons spun, A bright-eyed boy, her victory won. He wears the blue of Cub Scouts’ pride, With badges earned, he stands beside His mother, strong, with steady gaze, A tiny flutter in her space. A life ignited, pure and new,
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