Bloom

Happy Monday! It’s been a while since I’ve posted (depression can really put a damper on your motivation). Anyway, this poem I wrote in November 2017 really spoke to me today and I hope it speaks to you too.
–The Vocal Poetess

When you blow on a dandelion
and the tiny flying seeds
float away on the breeze
this is hope to me.
Thousands of tiny morsels
soaring on the wind
not knowing where they will land
but knowing that releasing them from my hand
doesn’t mean that hope is out of reach
but that it is the extension of my reach
each speck a tiny arm
armed with promise
and possibility.
You see, hope to me
is exponential
its potential is not in what we can see
but in the release,
in the throwing of tiny seeds,
in the trusting of the breeze,
in the knowing that these
have a life of their own,
if only for a moment, a chance
to dance on the wind
in pursuit of taking root,
allowing room
for even more flowers
to bloom.

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