Blossom

I tried hard 
to keep my buds enclosed, 
hiding the hues within.

Along the breeze 
I sway, 
like the rest 
of the plants 
in this flower bed.

Petals wither, 
stifling my throat, 
but I am not ready 
to show everyone 
my true colours.

Underneath 
the roots are dying, 
killing my stem 
bit by bit, 
until I am unable 
to hold my petals inside, 
choking them out 
as I sigh 
one last breath.




This poem was originally published in “Welcome to the Sombre Days” (2018)

Jeremy Mifsud is a queer and autistic poet from Malta. Social ineptitude becomes a catalyst for his art as he weaves unsaid words into poems and stories. He is the author of the poetry collection Welcome to the Sombre Days (2018). More of his works appear or are forthcoming in Please Hear What I'm Not Saying(2018), TerseLittle Lion LiteraryConstellate Magazine, and others. You can read more of his work at www.poetrybyjeremy.wordpress.com and Twitter, @poetrybyjeremy.

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