Bloom Again
I often tell myself that I am growing
as all flowers do
and when the time is right
I will bloom
Delicate, random and free
like the wildflowers that sprawl across fields
burst out of pavement cracks
and thrive where no one looks for beauty
I am growing
and then I will bloom.
And sure, just like the wildflowers
I will wilt
The rain will come
and I’ll feel like I am drowning in it
I won’t be able to breathe around it
But soon, the rain will ease
and I will see it didn’t come to drown
it came to nurture
in a way that’s different to the sunshine I’m used to
It will fill my soul with nutrients
and give me the opportunity
to bloom again
Vibrant, bold and free
like the wildflowers that sprout through the weeds
break through the pavement cracks
and thrive even in places most trampled
And sure, I will wilt once more
most wildflowers die in the winter months
but I’ll remember that my springs and summers
will come again.
So, I don’t worry,
when the sun dims and the rains come
when my leaves go brown and the edges curl
when my flower wilts and the petals fallIt is not an ending
it is the next in an endless cycle
of new beginnings.
