Bloom
a poetic expression of becoming
After winter’s darkest nights,
of weaving through scars
and pulling threads
connecting webs
of lineages
spiraling through time
breathe
blow the exhale
as whales do
releasing
that which no longer
is you
bloom
rooted deep in tilled soil
tended by the children
within you
becoming
flowers breaking through


Beautiful babe I needed to read this today! ❤️