Featuring Healing Verse Germantown community poetry.
Blooming…
My soul was dry, cracked,
the roots were weak.
Still, something waited inside,
for me to remember
how to hold things gently-
how to sit in a sunlit room with laughter
and not flinch at the brightness.
I am like the trees now
the ones that bow
from the weight of wet weather,
yet blooms without apology.
Some nights I still cry for that version of me
who thought love had to hurt
to be real.
But mornings bring regeneration
with the realization that
everyone deserves to know
I should not have been treated that way
and feel free to refill that space
to be soft to what remains
I’m softer now—
I crave the kind of peace
that grows in the cracks
of yesterday’s heaviness,
And I know
the world doesn’t hate me.
It just rains sometimes.
Which we all need to grow.