Today I deadhead the withered blooms of my memory,
pinching off the bruised petals of a former self.
A sudden lighting of the mind; clean, decisive, severing the stem where pain flows.
Sap runs clear again.
The garden forgets the storms.
I return to a younger season,
soil untouched, roots unafraid
where light shines without question.
What fell is not erased but buried
dark sweetness feeding what comes next.
I made room for gentler colors,
for futures unscarred by frost.
In this quiet tending,
I choose what grows,
and let the rest fall away.
A hundred springs wait,
patiently,
for my careful fearless hands again.
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I like the ‘choose what grows and let the rest fall away’ lines a lot. Empowering.