A Rainy Thursday Morning Thought
Added 2025-02-06 18:08:08 +0000 UTCHello loves!
I wrote this poem a while ago, but on cold rainy mornings, I often find myself reminiscing on my more melancholy writings, and wanted to share. A few of you heard this one during the livestream this past Tuesday, but for the rest, here it is.
At first glance, the poem has a heavy feeling. It tells of a lost love represented by wilted flowers left behind. It can be tempting to be lost here, in the first few lines, in the fickle nature of memory and the sadness of forgetting a laugh, a smile, the way they felt beside you.
But as you read further, you may find a different message. When we lose a love, the pain often feels insurmountable. A mountain to climb, a challenge to face, an impossible wall between you and any future happiness.
Slowly, however, and often without realizing it, you begin to take steps onward. Upward. The wall suddenly has a door and without knowing, you've turned the handle and walked through it.
The rotted flowers no longer fit your life, and one day, you find yourself throwing them out.
The pain fades. Life moves on. And it all happens when you aren't looking.
And somehow, somewhere along the line, you'll find yourself falling in love again.
And the vase on your kitchen table will hold fresh flowers.
And something about that adds a little sweetness to these rainy, cold, Thursday mornings.
At least for me.
Love ya,
Daisy
