I’m a flower. Blooming without roots.
Goodbye roots. Goodbye history. Goodbye forever.
Hello adaptability. Hello chameleon self. Hello new people.
I bloom. I connect.
Hello self. Hello connectivity.
Goodbye things I will never know; the dirt and sun and weeds and love. Goodbye things too many to count or feel.
Hello other things. Hello new things. I’m a flower whose scent is fresh and appealing and charming.
Goodbye life I will never live or know or understand.
Hello emptiness. Hello sadness that pours out of me.
Goodbye everything I knew and everything I know.
Hello me. Hello bloom. Hello sparkle, glimmer of hope. Hello freshness and persistence.
I am me. Whoever that is.
I am her.
I’m a flower without roots, but I refuse to die, instead I bloom.