THE SHEDDING

Here I go

through the same phases,

chasing dreams I never work hard to fulfil,

gaps in places make me feel so empty,

an emptiness even my sweetest words cannot fill,

So, how do I heal myself? Grow they say.

I plant seeds but occasionally forget to call to the rain,

like a dried out rose I marvel at my past beauty

a time when all was hopeful,
I bloomed.

Now my petals fall on a sea of green,

all around me is health & wealth, and I feel I have little to offer,

don't doubt yourself they say,

so I hold my head high and permit the shedding,

a transformation must take place,

for flux is the way of life;

shedding the old to allow the passage of the new,

Patience I tell myself,

For flowers bloom in their own time.
-x m