“Poignant”

It's the lines in the leaf

the ones that never changes color

like your smile in any season of my life (it never fades).

quiet and watered like a seed

planted in the twisting sword in my gut;

wretched surroundings

but grew to be the foundation of my fertilizer

reluctantly, I bloomed.

deeply rooted an emotional arrangement

Black vest, common comfort

normal wear to my soil it matches everything.

Gray scarf hugging the set response of sadness

that accents the yellow cloak of

despondency

highlighting Superga to define the royal glow of an

icy hammered panic

(demanding an escape)

searching the file cabinet for that

leaf, I start remembering the lines

the ones that never changes color,

Beyond the veil, unrecognized disturbance

gathering every seed, every picture

every chance to cradle the hand that once (held me)

to be without and still have to grow,

then once I do how will you know?

Water my seed! you cannot leave!

My journey begins and yours end

Pulled away, stripped from the last moment to say

“Grandma, I’ll see you one day”

How do you flo and cope with someone you had to let go? ❤️‍🩹

Healing is a process and go through tho motions. Doesn’t mean you won’t have your days and some will come throwin,

Blows after blows only time will tell you what God already knows.

~your bleeding heart~ #FLO let healing take its course 🩷💋