The Journey Inward

Another piece of writing I unearthed while organizing the basement. I’m guessing about 7 years old.

Fertile soil
A bit of water
A bit of sunlight
Just enough to sprout
Break through the soil
So unsure but hopeful
Feeling the possibilities
Seeing the way
That so many have navigated
Feel some warmth, but why the cold?
Crave the water, but less and less quenched
Is this it?  Is this all?
Is this what I was born for?
Born to be?  And do?
Where are my petals?
Why am I still so tight in my bud?
Can you help me?  Care for me?  Nurture me?
No?  Then I shall wilt
I shall shrivel
But what else?
Another way?
Could I push out?  Up?  Beyond?
Is there still a chance to bloom?
Gather strength
Gather courage
And go!
Lean into the discomfort
Feel the strain
Feel the pain
Feel the doubt
Then let go
Let it all go
And bloom
Blossom
Thrive!