The Art of Blossoming
By
Jennifer Angelina Petro
The art of blossoming
Is simple and yet
Riddled with struggle.
First you find yourself
A seed full of darkness
Surrounded by darkness,
Then you gradually begin
To realize you are full of light,
A light yearning to shine
In the open, remarkable sky,
Next you begin feeling
An even brighter light
Gently tugging, calling,
Singing you out of the earth,
Passed roots and rocks, until,
At last, you break open–
Into the full pageant of the day,
With your light illuminating
Your own life and the lives
Of everyone you touch,
And other lights
Stream through you,
Like liquid sweetness,
And you draw sustenance
From lightning and the rain—
And the fragrance of all
Your efforts–all that darkness,
All that time spent
Wisely unseen–lifts
Into the wind, and your beauty
Weaves through the day
And the night, and other seeds,
Through other gardens,
Through other fields
Awaiting this coming out,
When the world, and the mirror,
Are blessed.
