An almost bloomed Rose

“Azalea’s Bloom” by | Hiro Goto

But for what I am when you step back, and view me in the light

When your eyes perceive the whole frame

When your eyes understand how the pieces are connected; how I’m both wonderful and terrible .

I want to be treasured…for the missing parts, the marks that show something has broken off

For every dent that has permanently changed me

- “ To be loved fully”

The snow has fully melted and whatever you hid under white blankets and ice,

Has resurfaced

Everything your winter numbed is waking up

It can’t be hidden this time

This time

You will answer for it ;

Spring , like grief comes : ready or not

This is the ride

This is the part where you get off .You did this already

It’s not too late

This is the montage of smiling in the morning , laughing with your loved ones, and actually eating breakfast . It’s the montage of contentedness , the disappearance of your hollowness

You can do it

But you need to get off . The place where you were is missing its bolts and screws , and on the verge of collapse

Don’t let it take you with it

- Jan 2024 ©