it’s too soon much too soon my darling daffodils to breach the loam to dare to bloom much, much too soon
i’m sorry dear, sweet daffodils the mercury ascended disguised itself as spring to lure us from our winter wombs to prey upon our longing hearts tomorrow you will feel the sting as winter rides the ides, lurks, waiting in the wings his frosty breath descending to nip your golden face at dawn
but oh the hope you give my soul weary from these long, long nights spring tidings to you for today may she not tarry long
like the trees it is time for me to let go of the child broken, haunted by old ghosts lingering poison
to wake up get over myself dance naked in the breeze less green but open-hearted wild, brilliant joy
to heal the trees will show me the way home their secret all must die a bit each day to live…let go…breathe
~kat
I have grown quite sick of myself…the wallowing in past wrongs, unresolved issues, the self-loathing practice of sabotaging myself time and again because…what if? I’m sorry, if you know me well, for dragging you along with me through the muck. Enough already. Maybe it’s the tug of the looming new moon, but I’m over being a victim. This moment, right here, right now I am determined to be a tree. The dead leaves I’ve clung to for so long serve me no purpose but to stifle me from fully embracing the coming spring. New beginnings happen every season. But you have to let go to taste them!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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