Fioritura

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.