Fioritura
Darling, your realness is indescribable
Your raw self leaves me without words
Horrifying,
Scary,
Appalling.
No!
Refreshing,
Healing,
Delicious,
Beautiful.
Adjectives~
Scripts on pages,
Scripts you play to your sweet self.
An inner dialogue;
A fight.
A struggle.
How I wish it weren’t
If you could just see
The world needs more you.
More real,
More truth
So speak it loud,
Let it blossom
From your fingers and your lips.
Out of the winter,
The depths of composted greens beneath the frozen ground,
Spring tore out of its covers and awoke the sun
Melted is the shame,
Disintegrated is the pride,
The elements
Threaten to keep you swollen shut
They have disappeared
Without a vestige
Of their once tightly held power
Ah how the power would love to suppress your spirit
Lo, it cannot.
Now ascending outward, the fingertips of those luminous
petals
The core of your being
The world sorely needs
Let it emerge
Let them see
The vulnerable, powerful, unnerved
Perfect in imperfection
Edges smoothed by waters of untold storms
Too much to contain
For
At this moment
you bloom.
Thanks to my photographer friend Francesco Camassa in Bologna, Italy, for the perfect Italian accompaniment to this work. And to those who have gone before me in showing it is safe, okay, and even wonderful, to bloom.
©
Amanda Whitmore 2017, Shareable with
author's written permission.
