A New Bloom for Myself

You submerge me with tirades galore,

For I fail to speak and work adequately,

Yet, I know within, what you know not,

Self-love thaws my heart and burns hatred.

A little selfishness is my armour,

You see me cry and yell for rescue,

Yet, deep within, I comfort myself,

Forgiving myself as well as you.

I have been generously kind,

You have endlessly misused me,

Now, I have become too stiff,

For myself to keep warm and going.

You harass and mock me,

Previously I had fought and argued,

Now you wonder why I am quiet,

And, I know the sweetness of silence.

I have given up my expectations,

Upon people, changing and ignoring,

You suddenly discover me adamant and rude,

For I have learnt this magic trick.

As I am growing, I am learning,

Keeping my senses open and wide,

Every moment I am shedding my own skin,

Adders to you, a new bloom for myself.