Just because she's not in bloom,
Doesn't mean she's not alive.
She saves her strength
As seasons pass,
Waiting for her time to thrive.
Her roots stretch out
Throughout the ground,
With stable eyes, she dances.
Through winter stains
and summer's passes,
She holds fast through earth's advances.
Maybe you can't pick at her petals
Or admire her upon your sill,
But if you avert your gaze
Throughout her fall,
You don't deserve her wavering wills.
Just because she's not in bloom,
Doesn't mean she's not alive.
If you don't see her until she will,
Then you will never see her thrive.
So let her sleep,
Watch her grow,
Let her dance,
As the wind does blow.
Let her snap
And let her fall,
But listen up,
To heed her call.
Don't look away
Throughout the day.
Don't ignore her passing phases.
For like the moon,
She will come back
And light rooms up with her graces.
She'll return come the spring
With many buds and little friends,
Living symbiotically
And crawling up her stem.
Little nurtures natural worlds,
Living, true, instead.
Just because she's not in bloom,
Doesn't mean she's not alive.
Sit with her and you might, too,
Earn life within her right.
1/20/22
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ADHD Dribblings: Poems & Thoughts From A Mind Lost In Motion
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with love, loss, PTSD, disability, ADHD, addiction, depression, suicide ideation, eating disorders, women's rights, processing abuse & trauma, etc. Some are just making intrusive thoughts rhyme, some are just thinking...
