FLOURISH: A poem by Verse for the warrior in all of us

 "Flourish" 4x4" ceramic tile, for sale 

"Flourish" 4x4" ceramic tile, for sale 

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.
— Audre Lorde

Flourish

written by VersAnnette Blackman-Bosia, 2015

(for the great-greats who always knew I would)

 

didn’t they tell you

that

as sure as the sun smiles

its good morning

and trees with barren core

stand tall and proud

and even grass constantly cut and stomped on

with little regard to its beauty –

keeps growing

and that storms

no matter how turbulent

never will

drown out the sound of the ocean

nor its breathtaking composition

and clouds no matter how lightweight

find their own way to stand out amidst

the back drop of blue skies

and though often we only see dirt;

still it is comprised of soil and earth

giving birth to

seeds to stems to leaves to buds to blossoms

that only wither

when they don’t know

a breakthrough

is always possible?