Bloom, Beyond the Wall - Punggeu

A heart long confined within high walls. A time that quietly waited for its own bloom, rather than being told to bloom. The world keeps telling me to shrink, and wounds delay my season, but I am not finished yet. The moment the wind seeps through the crack in the door, my hunched breath finds its way again. A song of blooming again in my own name, passing through a crumbling heart, beyond the walls of fear. To myself, who is quietly enduring today, and to you, who will surely walk out into the world someday.