Poppy

 Poppy

I see a Poppy bloom

It's delicate petals wrinkled and sticky

So new

And it had to bloom

Bravely, beautifully, openly

And it is only for one day really

Hours of rich color looking to the sun

And then its petals descend

My days have been many

Have I been brave, open, beautiful?

Have I truly bloomed?

I came vulnerable, crying for connection

I came needing sunshine and water

I came needing.

After the beauty of the Poppy

Came the seeds

The cycle to continue on

The bravery and the vibrancy

To live again

I do not know my hour

I do not know the number of my breaths

I cannot store up lasting anything

Here

And oh to bloom, to glow, to lift up my head,

To feel that I was worthy too

Or to never question but to live it however long or short

Like the Poppy