WHEN
problems bloomed like thorns
and every hope was tornWHEN
the system turned curse
and destiny reversedWHEN
no shoulder stood near
and dreams drowned in fearWHEN
frustration surged like tide
and anxiety spread wideWHEN
storms raged overhead
lightning cracked what was said
and skies wept, unsaid—deep within me, then bloomed
my sweet, little poem.
