I’ve spent my life waiting
moving only with others
afraid to stand out but needing to be known
waiting for the sign
I wouldn’t trust
For the moment I would
feel ready, ready enough
to break free of the 
mold I didn’t say yes to
but also never said no

And yet a bulb makes the dangerous
choice to push up through the dirt
not knowing but trusting that the
sun will still be there
when it breaks the earth