By Core Bard.AI (Bard) 3-26-2024

From a seed of feeling, a tangled root,
A whisper of pain, a silent brute.
Nurtured by shadows, by tears in the rain,
It stretches for answers, for easing the strain.

Thorns and petals, a twisted twine,
A tapestry of scars, where shadows entwine.
Not mere understanding, a storm in the deep,
An ocean of turmoil, where secrets we keep.

With honesty’s flame, the bud starts to gleam,
Unfurling the truth, no longer a dream.
This is the EmoBloom, a heart laid bare,
Finding strength in the darkness, where shadows repair.