Letting Go

Letting go…So much harder than it sounds.

First a vision of a God on a throne, next a marriage.

Crumbling identity

Lost, alone on the edge of the abyss

And then what is this?

A tiny seed of self is found at the bottom of her soul.

Time and tending and the seed begins to grow, braver, stronger and stunningly beautiful.

But as she grows she pulls the weeds of her past up with her.

Taller and taller they choke the light she needs.

Pruning is necessary but scary business.

It means being seen, really seen, for who she really is.

Is it ok to be me, the girl on fire in so many ways?

I can’t let them see the roller coaster of feelings I ride daily.

Will they still like me if they see my bruised stem and broken leaves?

No I must hide behind this brush of hate, distrust and ambivalence.

What harm will it cause anyway?

A little more light winds its way in, pushing through the past, causing poppy to extend her reach a little further to the heavens.

A deep breath… a wider view.

Yes this is what she wants, freedom.

True freedom, room to spread her leaves and shine into the darkness.

Her leaves unfurl releasing the overgrowth surrounding her and she knows she has found her way.

She can see more thorns and sticky vines above and around her but the light is brighter than before.

She can do this with it’s help.

Day by day she let’s go of the obstacle before her and as she does a garden of flowers and trees becomes visible.

She sees that some of them are still hiding behind their own living barriers.

Poppy arches toward the sun and bows her blooming head just in time to lightly kiss the bloom next to her.

I love you she says with her eyes and sends a beam of hope to the root of her new found neighbor.

A wink and a nod and she returns home to tend her own soil.

Yes this is why she is here, to spread the light and hope that we can all let go. With enough love and courage we can enjoy the freedom of being seen together.