Would the air hurt you
Would the bird clip you r petals
Would the caterpillar find you beautiful–
beautiful and delicious to consume,
Would you and the extension of your flesh,
open to the elements, displayed
splayed unto the world,
finally signed-on to participate,
is it less painful than to regret regrets?
than to resist the outing of your best?
than unrealized and afraid
tight and anxious in a bud
feigning to not exist?
Is blooming less painful than this?
Copyright © 2021 A.M. Wilsonne
Inspired by the quotation by Anaïs Nin:
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”