Your petals are minuscule
Your ideas of self worth are comparative
The rain comes again in the fall
But you didn’t know you were still
Growing beneath it all
The roots grow stronger with time
So in the summer
When the sunlight hit you
You broke open
And it is scary,
To break
But that is the art of blooming.
Before a flower blooms
It must endure the fiercest rains
In the darkest hour
While still beneath the dirt
But then, there in the soil
There is a crack
Where the sun shines through
And so you begin to follow that light
You emerge on the other side
But still, you feel small
Your petals are minuscule
Your ideas of self worth are comparative
The rain comes again in the fall
But you didn’t know you were still
Growing beneath it all
The roots grow stronger with time
So in the summer
When the sunlight hit you
You broke open
And it is scary,
To break
But that is the art of blooming.
Sarah Wallace
Sarah Wallace has been writing poetry since she was 12 years old. She loves to paint and some of her paintings are featured in her book. She is intrigued by philosophical musings and her work is not only a calling but a way of relating the natural world with feeling. Her creativity revolves around the spark of intuition she receives when she must write a poem- she must jot it down- wherever she is. She is excited to share her book with people as she hopes they can feel the emotions she intended to evoke. Get in touch with her to discover more about her work and future plans. |