By Abigail Kneuss
lately I’ve found myself blooming
from the quiet places within me
Places
i did not know the sun could reach
i am growing
for something
no longer
for someone
my mother kept the gardening gloves
tucked inside a rusty mailbox
as if they were being delivered to my chubby hands
bringing hard work with them
but also the promise of bright posies
this is hard work
the everyday toil
scraping my fingernails clean
layers upon layers
of forgiving soil
but no matter how harsh the rain
let it fall
for there is no muddy mess
that cannot be solved
with a garden hose
let the sky come flooding in
let me bloom
until who i was
is no longer who i am
Let There Be Posies