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Blooming is a matter of survival. You have to do it, no matter what. It doesn’t have to be big or bold or pretty or showy, it just has to be done.
Even if you’ve been trampled or blown over, even if you’re lying in the mud, even if you’re dying of thirst, even if no one will see.
You don’t do it for the sun or the praise or the perfume.
You don’t do it for the sky or the attention.
You don’t do it for the hummingbird.
You do it for the release.
Open.
Even when it hurts.
Let the world wrestle you to the ground.
Stand up and offer the beauty of resistance.
Find the light seeping in through all the cracks.
Silence is not the same as consent or cowardice or indifference. Silence is a sign of strength. Silence means you are listening.
Breathe in. Grow again, taller. Find a way. Take the path you need, or the one you can find. Keep going. Blooming is a matter of survival.
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August 6th, 2015 at 8:56 am
As I said earlier this morning to Deb, this is where we find sustenance, where we know we can come for nourishment, when we feel we won’t bloom.
August 6th, 2015 at 9:02 am
“you have to do it, no matter what.” it’s the big exhale and inhale, the acceptance without giving in. a continuation.
i needed this. (and i’m taking it with me.)
August 6th, 2015 at 10:49 am
I don’t know how you became so smart but I’m glad you share your wisdom, especially about silence, I’ve always felt this way.
August 6th, 2015 at 3:35 pm
Oh I really love the wisdom of this.. the blooming as a metaphor for what it can do… and of course it hurts… Like the poem by Karin Boye.. “of course it hurts when buds are busting….”
August 6th, 2015 at 3:37 pm
Silence is not the same as consent or cowardice or indifference. Silence is a sign of strength. Silence means you are listening.
Loved these lines! So deep 🙂
August 6th, 2015 at 3:48 pm
“What we cannot speak about, we must pass over in silence>” Wittgenstein. This is such a lovely poem and so wise. We survive by blooming where we are planted and when it is our time.
August 6th, 2015 at 4:07 pm
Blooming as a form of resistance – beautiful thoughts impeccably penned. i really enjoyed this one.
August 6th, 2015 at 4:39 pm
I really like your idea of blooming, Kelly. Indeed one must open….even if it hurts. We all DO need to ‘bloom’ for our own survival.
August 6th, 2015 at 4:44 pm
I really like this a lot. Blooming is a matter of survival … I really love the empowerment behind the straightforward words:
You do it for the release.
Open.
Even when it hurts.
Let the world wrestle you to the ground.
Stand up and offer the beauty of resistance.
August 6th, 2015 at 4:50 pm
This is wonderful. I love the form, how each line got shorter and shorter, then longer and longer. As they got shorter, I had the feeling of one shutting down or thinking of giving up, but then because of the encouragement of the poem, as the lines got longer they blossomed and stood tall. Peace, Linda
August 6th, 2015 at 5:51 pm
Pure wisdom and hope.
I love what you’ve done here. breath-taking.
August 6th, 2015 at 6:08 pm
A philosophical poem — your unfolding
August 6th, 2015 at 6:44 pm
Blooming is a matter of survival, wise words Kelly ~ Thanks for joining in for OLN ~
August 6th, 2015 at 7:22 pm
The photo, your word choice, and the format you’ve chosen all lend to the complete aesthetic of this piece. Lovely!
August 6th, 2015 at 8:35 pm
So much wisdom, enfolded is just beautiful expression. Really, this reads like a prayer or meditation–something to ponder.
August 7th, 2015 at 7:00 am
This certainly speaks to me very powerfully Kelly… Blooming is certainly what it is all about… Especially liked: “the beauty of resistance.
Find the light seeping in through all the cracks…” Very knowing and beautiful too… With Best Wishes Scott
August 7th, 2015 at 8:45 am
I love the mood of this.
August 7th, 2015 at 10:58 am
What a fine metaphor for exllicating the built-in response to life. Beautiful!
August 7th, 2015 at 12:44 pm
What a gorgeous ode to courage and hope!
August 7th, 2015 at 7:01 pm
I suppose every human is created to create
and oh so many colors that comes in across
a span of life.. so much potential.. watered..
so much potential.. lost.. when no rain of US
waters each other.. through droughts of Life..:)
August 8th, 2015 at 3:44 am
Your poetry speaks volumes of inner strength. I don’t have words for it – thank you and I feel this is one of your best.
August 9th, 2015 at 1:22 pm
you always manage to cast light on the unseen shadows ~