The Flower That Never Bloomed. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

The Flower That Never Bloomed

I was the flower that never bloomed,
No matter how the seasons moved.
Spring whispered promises in my ear,
But none of them ever drew near.

Each season brought a hopeful light,
A fleeting chance to set things right.
But promises wilted in the sun,
And faded colors came undone.

I waited for the perfect day—
The rain to wash my fears away,
The sun to warm my timid stem,
To grow into what I might've been.

Love passed by in golden rays,
The sun would dance, then slip away.
But winter nights would steal my spark,
And frost would settle in my heart.

Forty summers have come and gone,
And still I stand, roots holding on.
Many stopped to glance at me,
But none stayed long enough to see.

To see the bloom I held inside,
The petals soft, the colors wide.
Not even I believed I'd rise,
Too lost beneath unblooming skies.

Yet here I stand, though bent and bruised,
A flower time and hope once used.
Still reaching up with quiet grace—
Still dreaming of a blooming place.