as for a roses’ petals to fully bloom?

For being just a bud
when withered away by bitterness consumed
is such a waste…

Who can fully enjoy a fragrance or visual in this sadly incomplete state of floral doom?

One must groom impatience.

Prune, by meditating upon pleasantries… even if captured temporarily

in a darkened room.

For there can always exist a happier mental state.

If only remembered
a sun’s rays upon skin… Or cool refreshing drink when parched within.

One day such memories will spin
into realities… again and again
after each darkness falls.

Until one’s bleakness eternally does end.