Bougainvillea

I see you're growing 
Rising out from the dirt
Crawling your way up 
Across the mangled creepers,
to bask in sunlight.
You're almost there
Standing upright 
Beautiful and unblemished 
Yet,
Vulnerable

Within the palm of my hand
I could almost strangle you
Take what's keeping you alive and blooming 
Your beauty 
and the charm you add onto these walls 
Everything could just vanish in a moment 
But, 
I... I won't...
.
.
.
I'll just let you go. 🍃