“The Growing Flower”

Here’s a poem I wrote…

“The Growing Flower”

How is it possible to love rain

when the storms swallow me,

making me drown, lost at sea,

using up all my strength—

broken and tired and weak.

But I remember the promise:

after the rain comes sun,

and there will always

be a rainbow.

A rainbow to bring life

back to a dead heart,

joy back to a sorrowful girl,

peace back to a fearful mind.

And maybe that will change it all—

change the pain

that starves your soul,

break down all the giant walls

that are holding you back

from being whole,

from being the real you.

Not pretending like you’re

alright when you’re not,

like you’re different than you really are.

Even if all you have left

are your scars,

there is beauty

in all your broken pieces.

You’re not too far gone,

for true happiness will find you

despite the storm.

Let go of past hurt

and all you’ve been holding inside,

because there is more—

More to your journey

that you have traveled so strongly,

more to your story

that’s not finished writing,

more to your mountain

that you have to keep climbing,

more to your painting

that will become your masterpiece,

more to becoming the flower

you are flourishing into.

Maybe a little rain isn’t the end—

the end to your happily ever after—

but a start that will bring

joy and laughter,

the fight to keep staying alive.

Because flowers can’t survive

without rain, can’t blossom,

can’t grow any stronger.

So when the rain starts pouring,

you can choose to give up

or rise above it all.

It’s okay to not be okay.

It’s okay if you fall,

because you’re getting better—

growing and soaring,

flying the best you can,

and that’s enough.

The storm that’s crashing down

may be rough.

The struggles you’re facing

may be too much,

but they are shaping the person you are.

Like the millions of stars,

all the thousands of flowers—

each one different than the other,

yet loved the way they are—

you are loved as you are now,

no matter the choices you’ve made

or the battles you’ve faced.

You are enough—brave, strong.

I hope you remember that,

and I hope you know

you are a beautiful flower

that will continue to grow.

🌻 🌸 🌷

Thanks for reading!