Late Bloomer

She asked me

if I was a late bloomer

:

As if it wasn't an insinuation

:

Ocean eyes stared

deep into her soul

in a cool silence

to give her the answers

for which she was waiting

:

It's unwise to doubt

the power of progress

which you cannot see

:

Best believe

my season is just beginning

Hardly have I ever peaked

:

I've been busy growing my roots

My hands steady at work

Digging my soles in the dirt

:

I bloom

everyday

my buds breathe

underneath

the surface

:

Sprouting the seeds

I've sown through

the gardens

and the graveyards

of this Earth

:

to grow my soul

harvested in this sacred vessel

into it's next rebirth

:

My roots grow deep

My stalk is thick

33 miles tall

my soul reaches

to the heavens

:

The leaves have shed

This is the beginning

of my spring

:

Watch me bloom

Like never before

:

Witness a super bloom

like none you have ever seen