us still awaits a long journey within ourselves
a gentle wind blowing through our dusty shelves

left more space for hope to bloom
through stories the universe whispered to me
and the ones i whispered back to the moon

tell yours in countless ways, claim back stolen power
i told mine through this book and the truths
taught from the blue flower

and o, how the blue flower left its scars inside
but i slowly learn to embrace them and
no longer use my polished mask to hide

so i will forgive you blue flower for stranding your roots in midst of great chaos and a deserted sea
because you taught me how to live this life with the only purpose to just unconditionally be

- there grows a blue flower inside my heart
and i have yet to pick it apart