Upon Blooming Grounds

I have no one to blame
but myself for the way
I spent my days; exhausted
from tiptoeing around
your distorted judgements,
and struggling to balance
between the gushes of love
flooding me, and the way
my skin would prickle
with insecurities from sliding
through barren fields filled
with the bitter echoes
of your punishment
of withheld affection.
I have cast the weight
of this blame aside now,
refreshed once again to dance
upon blooming grounds,
and your peculiar sensibilities.