Callow Flower

Dormancy is killing me

I need to stretch my legs

I feel I’ve been too long trapped in this small space

Wasted time, wasted potential

Torrential downpours of depression

I need to get ahead of it because it’s not relenting

Spending months in this cold shadow

I’ve grown into this sickly thing

Bitter, angry, callow

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