The Flowers Will Bloom

By Cynthia Rodriguez

The Flowers Will Bloom, a debut poetry collection about the struggles of life. The author focuses on the realities of mental health and anxiety, writing about her journey in battling her own demons. Along with learning to fight back when the struggles of life strike. A poetry collection that doesn't stray from the darkness in those moments of deep adversity in an attempt to allow those who are currently or have been completely lost, know that they are not alone. All while the author tells her story about finding that light. A poetry collection about pain, suffering and the undeniable growing strength that comes from it.
It is the author's attempt to have you feel seen through the words of pain and feel spoken to through the words of encouragement.

I am like the drought, longing for rain.
But I am also like the rain begging for the sun.
I am the flood looking for a way to drain.
I am the howling wind, wondering when the calm will come.

I am winter dreading the cold.
And I am summer dying of thirst.
But I am also the bird flying despite its wings being hurt.

I am the roots that dig deep when the sky doesn't provide.
I am the fear in search of light.
I am my own knight.
I am the howls of the night.
I am the sun that knows I have to rise despite the struggles of life.

And I have also been the monster that haunts my own mind.
The words that strike me where it most hurts.
I am my own ghost that lurks.
I am the healing and the injuries.

I am my own armor, but also the dagger.
I am the sorrow concealed by laughter.
When it is today, I am tomorrow.
I am a sunny day but also a natural disaster.
The hurricane and the landfall that causes it to dissipate.
I am my own anchor but also the sweeping waves.

I am the blooms but also the decay.
I am insanity, and I'm also sane.
I am the hope when I no longer want to try.
I am the relief and the disappointed sigh.
I am a human, like everyone else, running on time.
But I will always be the fight no matter how hard I'm hit by life.

I hear you in this desert heat, echoing how you would be my sanctuary.
Your broken promises still linger in disbelief.
You put a bandage over my grief.
But I should've known you knew I needed stitches.
Now you left me here to bleed.

I never thought it would come to this.
Your betrayal hurt more than those triple scorpion stings.
And the venom in your words keeps finding its way in.
I feel you crawling on my skin.
My body fights to resist, but as I wipe you off your residue sticks.

This blazing sun is blinding me.
I feel my body burning, yet I'm shivering.
I hear every drop of sweat amplified by your deceit.
My body is giving up, but it's my mind you still have to defeat.
The one you portrayed as weak.

I see the vultures waiting me out.
I bet you thought I'd be dead by now.
But I will not be a carrion.
You'll have to eat me alive.
You can go ahead and send the coyotes at night, but I will still fight.

Hope is the last thing to die.
And it's been my dagger and my light in many other lives.
They've killed me before, but I always revive.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0DXCLN8Y4
• ISBN13: 9798992458503
• Release Date: February 2025
• Publisher: Cynthia Rodriguez
• Length: 318 Pages
• Weight: 0.73 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.7" x 5.3" x 8.0"