Blossom

It’s so easy to fall prey

To be engulfed

By the put downs 

The insults

The tiny digs that are like sand paper 

Rubbing away your confidence

Your personality

Your hopes & dreams

Slowly smoothing away all the 

Rough edges

The inperfect beauty

The quirks that make you you

Until your just a fraction of your former glory

Lost inside

A tree bare in spring

Just waiting to be allowed

Room to blossom again

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