So cold and so still. The gears of creativity slow from the pressure of productivity. 

   There, in a corner of the dark room, a faint light radiates weakly from a dilapidated bud. The petals slowly shrink into a soulless center. Searching for light, for peace, and for energy with its tears. 

   I reached myself with a watering can and with a small star of resolution. To try again, to fight, to believe in me, to find energy in small joys, and to help others. The bud bloomed stronger and brighter; the petals a reminder of strength for itself and others.