and the flowers still bloom

life ebbs and flows

I noticed the flowers, pink in color

petals splashed against the gloom,

thorns spikey, green stems bristling

and yet the flowers still bloom.

The calendar says May, the days are long

sometimes I am just trying to get by,

the hours are quiet, hoarse of words

my body exudes a long sigh.

2025 held so much promise

but it’s not gone according to plan,

five long months in my season of Job

I cry empty tears because I can.

Spring has sprung, the bees are buzzing

the sun lightens the dark room,

the squirrels run, the birds fly

and yet the flowers still bloom.

January, February, March, and April

and now the month of May,

the photographs curl at the edges

and I can’t wish it away.

Never in my life have I looked more forward to summer

I wish to wash the slate clean,

I hope the solstice is forgiving

I wish for a renewal in me.

They say our trials are meant to test us

they are meant to give us a straight back,

but some days I just want to be in the fetal position

just let me nestle within my lack.

But life moves forward whether we want it to or not

the tide comes for us all,

I let the waves crash upon me

I let the salty tears fall.

They say with time comes healing

and I believe that to be true,

the kaleidoscope of my long life

shows that with each year I renew.

My smile wavers at the edges

the melancholia begs to loom,

but with each day, I feel a bit better

because the flowers, they choose to bloom.