Bloom - Explained

Bloom is a poem about learning how to love and an honest reflection of lovelessness.

4/16/20242 min read

I cry. I cry as I write this letter

The resilience I carry has kept me together.

And though I cry

I still hold on to the promise of this life.

I wrote this letter to myself for my 25th birthday. The last three years had been dedicated to radically transforming my life and creating one of meaningfulness. I felt overwhelmed with sadness, grief, and gratitude as I recollected the transformation that had occurred just between the ages 21 and 25 years old. Regardless of the wounds to be healed, my belief in abundant love has not withered.

What’s the difference between fearful thinking and intuition?

There is a message rooted so deep inside and I’m spending this lifetime

to decipher the contradictions.

I know better now.

I know better than what I was taught about my lovability.

I know that love is language

to be learned, to be written, to be listened to

spoken, word so sweet

only a poet has the tongue to speak it

Recovering from years of isolation and thinking patterns of unworthiness will take time and as I heal my past with new experiences, theres a tug and pull with the trauma my body still holds on to. More work is to be done. In a spoken word performance of this piece the lines “love is a language..” are chanted multiple times as a mantra to emphasise the truth in my present, pulling the body out from the past.

Love can be found

in places and people, or perhaps in sound, in sight, in touch.

Is that what it means to be in love?

So deep inside, it melts into your flesh, beneath your pores and informs

all that you do, all that you are, all that you perceive?

I’ve seen love.

I’ve seen love as a third party observer.

I’ve watched it between strangers from a distance

But rarely do I ever get to keep it.

Have it stored in my muscle memory.

So for now, as I learn this foreign code all I can do is cry,

Sometimes I can feel like a stranger to love even when it has presented itself. My body has stored more memory of loneliness and abandonment. Crying is the simpliest form of release

Since I was child, I've been quite sensative and crying comes very easily. I've learned to honor my ability to feel so deeply and allow my body to release what it needs to. Crying is a necessary cleanse. The closing of this poem, brings us back to beginning emphasizing the urgency to cry. I describe my tears as a watring nurturing a garden as a

And then, I bloom.

I cry and bloom and bloom and cry and bloom

These tears water my garden.

I grow wisdom in my fruit

Spirit speak courage through my roots

Caress my cheeks and sooth my tender chest,

as the drum of a heart's broken cry

kicks rhythmic tunes.

I bloom.

I cry, I cry, I cry and I bloom.