think of your healing as a seed; you’re pushed into the dirt and everything is dark for a while. some days you feel like you’re literally drowning, then you start to soften up. the soil around you starts to warm, you feel the sun and start to break out of your shell, pushing a little further each day even when it rains and hurts like hell. you keep growing through the weeds and the wind. and one day you bloom. not everyone will notice. not everyone will care and there will be others who don’t even like you. but the thing is, you didn’t bloom for them. you bloomed for you.
Thinking about this a lot lately. More at peace than I have ever been in my life. It doesn’t mean there aren’t hard days (like lol at me having a panic attack the other night) but im a wildflower, baby im just going to keep growing.
from my first poetry book,
Still Growing Wildflowers.
