I am ready for a new beginning
I am threadbare
Tattered. Shredded.
Shivering in the cold
(thankfully not literally)
Empty. Cast to the wind
If I am a seed,
I know not what kind
Whether I will grow a weed
Or blossom in beauty
But I’m ready to fall to earth
And let her reveal
my true form
I will accept it
as I reach for the sun

Written in Boulder, Colorado

Photo by Oxana Melis, via Unsplash


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