A Caladium Blooms

From shadowed corners, where the light was shy, She watched the vibrant world passing by. She wore a shell of silence, dark and deep, A sadness that she was afraid to weep. The world outside was loud and full of sun, A vibrant race where everyone would run. But she stayed still, a bud afraid to bloom, Content to linger in her quiet room. Then, softly, something shifted from within, A whispered courage, where her hope could begin. A gentle crack, a tiny, fragile sound, And with it, she stood on new solid ground. Like Caladiums, with leaves so bright, A gentle warmth, a saving light. Her shadows gone, with a silent tear, Dispelling every lingering fear. A quiet soul, no longer in the night, But Caladium-bold, a dazzling, wild light. A sudden burst of color, sharp and keen, The most surprising beauty ever seen. Her spirit, once confined, was finally free, For all the vibrant, waiting world to see.