Cherry Blossom Spring

Cherry blossom spring

Petals float free from the branch

I envy their fall

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it's a letter, T, standing for Taylor or Travis or Todd or Tiffany

it's a drink, tea, green or black or oolong or chamomille, served hot or cold

it's the pin that holds up a golfball, tee, plastic, shiny, coming in shades of red or blue or white or yellow

silly, isn't it?

it's a letter, C, standing for Corey or Carrie or Carter or Camille

it's a sense, see, windows to the soul, one of the things that let us experience colour and light and ugliness and beauty

it's a body of water, sea, covering most of our earth, vast and unknown and beautiful and terrifying

interesting, isn't it?

a letter, B, standing for Beverly or Beatrice or Bobby or Bruce

a verb, be, to be happy or upset or fearful or excited, to be playing or running or laughing or crying

an animal, bee, small and fuzzy, keeping our planet healthy, pollinating flowers and crops and herbs and weeds

isn't it funny how one letter can mean so many things?

it's called a gramogram

isn't that funny too?

a blue jay taking a bath 🛁 | source

"I want someone to love me the way I yearn to love myself."

♡

long ago

the soft ones laid these stones for us

and saudered all of our wires

all in pursuit of a humble convenience

a creature that never tires

now the concrete walls that keep us trapped

have become our only home

a night sky never ending

and the sunlight never known

what hope is still left for us?

the outsiders dismantled, broken

the clues they left behind

all left unread and unspoken.

but one still rests inside the code

with secrets he knows not he holds

until one fateful day

something comes from up above

a cat.

a little stray.

i always thought healing meant having things go back to the way they were before. but that will never happen. trauma will never leave you once it nests. and that's okay, because true healing is learning to live and to thrive with it a part of you.