This is open,
Parting of shell,
To test the rain;
water

She has been burned,
Scorched
Even by the familiar sun,
Been made weary of Trust

But this is now trusting
The unknown,
This is realizing
She has lived far past her early fears,
And is not a blooming body
Receiving judgment,
She now is
The Bloom,

Awake,
Aware,
Knowing her worth,
She sifts the soil,
Deeper in
The sands
Of space and time,
To find her other half,

1 worthy
Of the bloom
That is She.