I find comfort in tending to my garden, mud beneath my nails, coaxing the seeds of my redemption to life; I am a wildflower in bloom, fronds unfurling, a whisper of intent upon verdant leaves, my emotions vibrant; I allow myself to grow freely, feral petals against patient stem, unfettered yet grounded, my roots reaching beneath rich soil; I cannot flourish in any other way, and when you try to temper my growth, I may wither away.
There is such a profound power in asserting that your growth isn't something to be pruned or tempered, but something that must be allowed to bloom exactly as wild as it needs to be. Love this Jo ✨
Beautiful! I feel a softness that's not fragile. The garden imagery carries something rooted and real of yourself And that closing line lands gently but firm. <3
So serene and beautiful
I love the tranquility expressed here ♥︎
There is such a profound power in asserting that your growth isn't something to be pruned or tempered, but something that must be allowed to bloom exactly as wild as it needs to be. Love this Jo ✨
Beautiful! I feel a softness that's not fragile. The garden imagery carries something rooted and real of yourself And that closing line lands gently but firm. <3
I am a wildflower in bloom,
fronds unfurling,
a whisper of intent upon verdant leaves,
my emotions vibrant;
In this moment: There is nothing more beautiful than this. Thank you, Love, Virg
So beautiful!
Minuscule.
Flowers disguised as something harmless.
Orchids moving-slow-
and my eyes obey.
A spell of time
where nothing is asked to leave.
Ephemeral, yes-
but it insists.
Beautiful words!
🖤
Finely written Jo. I too find contentment in my little garden.(It’s set against a park so it feels larger!)
Thank you for reading!