Bloom
Indira Fernando
Illnesses flowered in my abdomen,
So I grew around it,
Vines stretching over cracking trellises,
Curling to accommodate nails and pill bottles,
My leaves spelt out each prescription,
And my flowers wilted at each doubtful question,
I stretched so my growth was as chronic as my pain,
And slowly I begin to overtake it,
My branches become thicker than my patient notes,
And my fruits more abundant than the rot,
All at once and over an era,
I begin to bloom.