The day he burst her balloon

her soul ripped in two

and her very veins

bled blue; jagged

edges, raw to the touch,

were misplaced

(lone sock

swallowed by

the dryer

in the heat of

battle). Imagine

her shock

the day she woke up

and saw that

in breaking,

in allowing herself

to rip apart at the

seams, she had

bloomed…

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This little ‘balloon flower’ will literally burst into bloom when it lets itself pop open. What a marvellous lesson in redemption…