In Full Bloom

Life is not all roses in bloom.

The thorns are what make it worth it.

That is the entire point:

That we are made to question our strength, our identity, our humanity.

Who we are. What we are made of,

To bring us always out of our comfort zones.

To drive us to the edge of failure.

To question everything we have ever known
to be true and unchanging.

To change.

To go where the wind takes us.

To flow as a river flows through boulders, rocks, unexpected crevices.

To arrive at a place we may call home
For a time.

Because home is not just a place or a community
but a time in one's life.

That makes every moment precious so that
when the storms come

We are ready

To receive blows that leave us
gasping for air

With our hands grasping the mounds of earth,
dirt that smear our vanities, our pride.

To draw strength from that same earth.

To find infinite possibilities within ourselves.

To believe in those possibilities. 

To breathe again new and deeper breaths and then

To rise

This time stronger.

Wiser.

Better.

More human.

More beautiful

Like roses in full bloom.

"Life is not fair. But it is beautiful." - Patrick Mclean