Friday, August 20, 2021

A Bloom

A plant starts out as a whole. If someone cares for it and tends to its needs, it will grow.
And I did, for a while.
But when someone starts to overlook it - forget to water it, leave it in a small pot, forget to care for it, the plant will start to whither. and sag.
And I did.
For so very long.
But someone came along that noticed.
And begun to care, to tend, to feed that whithered little plant.
It noticed the sunlight again. And it grew.
It understood its importance. And it grew.
It was given nutrients, attention, and love.
And it flowered.
As did I.
The funny thing?
That, someone, was me.

My flower has begun to bloom again. 

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Somewhere Inside

  • I keep all of Sophie's drawings.
  • The cleaning bug doesn't usually bite me but when it does it is usually all out. I go overboard.
  • I love things that touch my heart.
  • I love a good heart wrenching book or movie.
  • I believe in fairy tales.
  • I wish I could let go of all of my insecurities and live completely free.
  • I feel like I get on people's nerves.
  • I want to be noticed but I don't like attention.
  • I have trouble sleeping - too many thoughts and fears.
  • Music makes my soul feel free.
  • I can be terribly stubborn.
  • I can be judgemental
  • Mountains make me happy.
  • I secretly wish I could afford to focus my energy on some type of art and my family, not a "job".
  • I often feel out of place or irrelevant.
  • I enjoy detail specific activities.
  • Sophie can make me the happiest person in the world and break my heart so completely - all in the same instant.
  • Chris can do the same thing.
  • I can read a day away.
  • Friendships are hard for me.
  • Philosophy intrigues me.
  • I love Willie Wonka.
  • I fear early death.
  • I wish my mother could be here.