Blossom

Photo by Zoe Fortuna

The more I see myself through your eyes,

The more like myself I become;

And in every whisper of my name slipping off your tongue —

I desire to see what seeds really can overcome,

When planted in the sun.

How every tear you watched me shed;

Only landed in our garden bed.

No longer housing just myself — but you and I instead.

Whilst you hold my head above the hole, I’ve sunken into and water fills me to the brim;

I do not drown, sink or swim —

But watch myself begin to blossom.