Page 6 — Blooming Poetry Collection by Jalen T.

Growth

Beauty in the growth.

But what growth ever came without pain?

I can bury myself deep into your heart.

Cracking the shell of the seed to sprout roots gripping to make a strong hold.

Buried deep in the warmth and comfort of your life force and will.

It hurt to sprout up to peak my head up to the surface.

Scared at what was at the surface I stay buried in the darkness.

But the longer I stayed the colder it got.

Damp and frail, I was confined by my inability to allow my stem to sprout.

Uncomfortable, anxious, I suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Losing my color and shine withering away.

I came bursting up for air.

Sprouting high to the sky.

Exploding with color.

Rapidly growing like wildfire.

Warmed by the sun, kissed by the rain.

Big and beautiful.

Robust and plentiful.

Soaking it all up to create a wild garden.

Boastful, I grew beyond the clouds into the heavens.

Full of wonder and awe.

Beginning to evolve with the ever changing seasons.

Until I begin to wither away.

Scared to perish, I stretched to reach beyond the heavens only to descend back to the earth.

Despair took over.

The sunken earth consuming my essence to the root.

Scared to be fully consumed grasping tightly to the flesh as I slipped down like quicksand.

In dismay of the beauty I lost, the sky I could no longer touch, the rain that no longer rested on

my petals, the warmth of the sun.

Returned to the earth and its darkness.

Time brought acceptance, then comfort, then love as I rediscovered my roots.

Burroughing deeper into the heart of creation.

Aware that one day I would sprout again to the heavens.

Only to come back to the root and begin again.

Each time better, each time with more grace, each time with the awareness of the dynamics of the journey.

BLOOMING Poems by Jalen Taylor

Growth

BLOOMING
Poems by Jalen Taylor