Snowflakes in Spring

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I've spent years upon years questioning the idea of certainty. I always felt in every decision I make or in every idea I must be certain, but I never was. I wished, I prayed, I believed in so many things. I thought I was certain of every little thing. I never was, though I thought I was, but still guilt found me, and soon the flowers dried.

I know now that in youth, there is no certainty or a rule book to abide by. I felt guilty for so long for just breathing that I forgot, hey, I'm still young.

These words were written across a few different springs and summers. All having minds of their own. I hope these words remind you that there is life without the certainty we think we need. That there is no need to plan every thought or word you say. You, my friend, who looks at the birds and wishes to feel free, can undo those chains of uncertainty.

Even when you feel like a million different people attached to one, you can still find yourself, the part of you that is right where they need to be.

I wish upon every dandelion that you will find some piece of yourself in every poem. Find your springtime during every spring because somehow, some springs can never quite let go of winter. And find a home in the margins of every verse.

Home is somewhere to let go, and I've been homeless for years with a roof still over my head.

Take what you will reader and look in the mirror because there are still great loves to find and homes to rest inside.

Everyone who has wondered into this enchanted book have searched for a place to nestle into and rest just like you, so never feel alone.

I wish you luck and all the love in the whole wide world. Remember, it's okay to let go sometimes and just be you.

Find homes. Plant seeds. But don't feel obligated to stay too long because you still have a life to live too.

Grow into who you are and who you need.

Sincerely, Sophie