I Bloom In Every Season

I am spring’s first wildflower,

rising through cracks of silence.

A whisper of hope in a world still thawing—

my roots drink from forgotten dreams.

I am summer’s golden blaze,

not wilted by the weight of heat.

Confidence pulses through me

like nectar in the veins of time.

I am autumn’s fire-coloured bloom,

glowing against fading green.

Every fall of a leaf crowns me stronger—

a ritual of becoming, not ending.

I am winter’s hidden blossom,

wrapped in stillness, yet alive.

Beneath the snow of judgment,

I unfold in warmth no eye can see.

I bloom in every season.

I am not waiting for permission.

My petals are purpose,

my scent is strength,

my presence—unapologetically wild.

No sun, no storm, no shadow

can stop what I carry within.

I am the perennial truth—

unshaken, unfurled, unafraid.