The Bloom

Little maiden,

You were young.

Young and clueless.

Clueless and ignorant.

Ignorant and naive.

Naive and mistaken.

Mistaken and hurt.

Hurt and wrong.

Yes you were.

Looking back,

You tripped often,

Didn't you?

Little maiden,

With your fickleness,

Blown about

By the winds.

You were reckless,

Without a clue.

No wonder they told you,

To wait,

To stop and think.

That actions have consequences.

Little maiden,

They were right

Now you see,

In the shadow of your memories.