Breath of Bloom

©2025 Samantha Syrnich

She breathes,

and the flowers remember—

their petals unfold

to the hush of her pulse,

the gentle rhythm of becoming.

Each sigh births color,

each tear waters light.

Grief turns green

beneath her skin,

where tenderness takes root

in places pain once lived.

She is the garden

and the wind that stirs it—

the ache, the grace,

the bloom that never asks permission

to rise again.