I’ve been a ‘neglected plant’ for so very, very long. Years and years of existing – managing. Getting by. Struggling to find sustenance enough to face a new day… leaves curled and withered and storm-tattered. After a little time my healing has begun. No, my healing has evolved, pushing past the crumbling brown, withered stem to unfurl tender greenery. Very tender. I must be watchful not to burn as I reach for the sun.
Almost cautiously, I’m finding pleasure in friends. Friendships. People who hold me up to the sun and sky and moon and stars when I feel I really don’t have a right to such encouragement. And support. That tell me constantly how I deserve to be happy. Those who make sure I do things to enjoy life. It’s good to know there are people in my life who truly care about me and not just how I benefit them.
A good feeling.
And I feel like my roots have finally grown through the rocks and the clay and muck to reach fertile soil. Just a touch of water to drink in the essence of life. Finally have a chance on that fairytale happy ending for myself.
Am I being corny? Trying to be the next F Scott Fitzgerald? Zane Grey? Mother Goose? More likely Daffy Duck.
Still a ways from healthy, but ‘greening up’ nicely.