I watch you peel back your layers,
a bulb desperate to blossom.
Your colors vibrant,
despite the sludge they buried you in.
You've kept your petals close,
as you climb towards the sun.
The higher you stand,
the more they bud and bloom.
They ran from the rain
and yet you bathed in it,
letting the dirt of their demands
and selfish dreams wash away.
Your roots dig depths
that they never thought to explore.
Your leaves catch the raindrops,
they never fought to endure.
The sun embraces you
and your vibrant glory
feeding you the light
they told you wasn't yours.
With your petals open to the sky,
you know that you fought for your place in the sun,
and now you're free to bask in it.
-JP
(For Dove)
If you enjoy my poetry, you can pick up my first volume of poetry up on amazon, keep your eyes peeled for volume 2!
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
Keep reading
More stories from Josey Pickering and writers in Poets and other communities.
$#*£ Resilience
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Psyche
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.