the power of resilience: from seed to bloom

let down your rain and release the lightning. may the winds blow til the trees bend toward their beginning. heap it all on the ground below.

i am there: the seed forgotten deep inside earth. the one who contorted to find comfort in spaces built for me not to fit. but to limit. to stunt. to bind and control. i am, too, the one who grew. beyond the darkness. despite the weight of burden.

i got what I needed from what they didn’t want. and even when i tried to stay small because they said that was best, strength gave way. a lil stretch broke the mold.

they said i was not good seed. i became so. 

they said it was not good ground. it became so. 

they said the conditions were not favorable to growth. they became so.

now that the impossible has been made so, they want to find a way to prove themselves prophetic. 

no mowing, pruning, or razing can undo what has been done.

i’ve found bloom. this is the overflow.