Live Like a Flower
I hope some time within this year
you wake up one fine morning and manage
to tell yourself you’re proud of it all–
the times when love that was right became wrong
and you gracefully let go,
the times when everyone else was strong
and you have nothing but broken bones but you still moved along,
the times when the whole of life seems like a blur
I hope you congratulate yourself for still being here.
Do not wish for a kind year,
nothing blossoms with warmth and light alone.
Don’t be afraid of darkness and of drowning.
You’re on your way to being
something even more wonderful
than you already are.