Where I Bloom From

I bloom from all the cracks in the sidewalk  
And where people step all over me, but do  
Not take the time to admire the little things.  

I bloom from the imperfections people balk  
At and are too scared to see. I bloom into  
Words flowers are jealous of. One springs  
 
And blooms from all the light, but I bloom  
From the darkness too. I bloom from the ash  
As it led me to have new skin, hope, and life.  
 
I bloom from a sacred and protective womb.  
I bloom from the choices that left me to crash  
And burn, but allowed me to learn in strife.  
 
I bloom from the words, torn and tattered,  
But yet it is poetry that becomes my savior  
When I still would have been too broken or  
 
Hurt to move on. I bloom from the splattered  
Messes. I bloom from my success and failure.
Lastly, I bloom from everything people ignore.