Slow Boom

I been stretchin’ thin in silence

Talkin’ to the ceiling, tryna find where my mind went

Incense lit, but the burn feels endless

I water myself but still question the essence

Got my phone face down,

Notifications drown

In a sea of “shoulda saids”

and “what if I’d stayed around”

But peace don’t rush, it hums real low

Grows in cracks that no one shows

These days I drift like smoke,

Tied to nothin’, but I hope

That somewhere in the chaos,

I’m becoming someone whole

I just need a slow bloom,

No pressure, no rules

Let the petals fall where they choose

If healing takes a season or two

I’ll wait on my own good days

They’re comin’ in their own damn way

Like sun through a dirty pane—

Soft, but still changin’ everything

Woke up with a dream I lost

Tried to write it down but it slipped off

Like love I thought I had a grip on

Turns out it just needed a different song

I forgive the version of me

That loved too loud, that begged, that bled

She meant well, she tried hard

Now she’s somewhere restin’ her head

So I won’t rush this bloom,

Won’t shame these roots

Even weeds got a story

Growin’ wild, growin’ true

I just need a slow bloom,

No pressure, no rules

Let the petals fall where they choose

If healing takes a season or two

I’ll wait on my own good days

They’re comin’ in their own damn way

Like sun through a dirty pane—

Soft, but still changin’ everything

Every bruise is a map,

Every tear a little bath

For the soul that’s still stretchin’

But not breakin’ in half

I got time, I got air,

I got dreams I still wear

Like perfume in my hair

I swear I’m getting there…

On my slow bloom