A flower that blooms

There he stood,
Alone again in his empty room,
Thinking solely on the purpose he once had,
Remembering that flame that once burned in his hands,
Such beauty and eloquence brought forth from his mind,
Such simple resting feelings flowed through his heart.

He seems tired now,
His journey has been a long and hard one,
He’s taken hits from many directions,
Yet somehow still finds the strength to carry on.

All those times he tried for his intentions to be pride less and selfish less,
All those hearts he wished to be his,
And with his own create one.
So many mistakes he’s written on his walls,
So many memories are left behind after his loss.

He once was an open book to the world,
To enter his heart was as simple as asking,
And he would give the world to that person,
Without thinking or knowing what would come of it in the end,
Now after many a hardships and heartbreaks,
All there lies is a concrete wall inside him,
Not letting anyone in,
And not letting any feeling out.

He is but a shallow shell of his former self,
He hides his tears with fake smiles and grins.

Yet somehow through this concrete,
A flower seemed to begin to bloom,
From all of this it was born,
How could such a fragile thing,
Go through so much to simply show itself,
All of that to simply show this one person hope,
Hope that after all of this something so beautiful could bloom.

So as he sits there admiring that flower,
Wondering why its run the risk of blooming within him,
He begins to speak to it,
Talk to it gently,
So it wont leave him,
Being as it’s the only thing that’s attempted to be with him.

Prophet-