these perpetual punches
that life seems to throw
during our darkest
of moments
are much-needed
stepping stones
of pain for reaching
the highest peaks of You
and i promise that when
the storm of falling is over
the growth will create your
most favorite story line
of whoopsie-daisies
YOU BLOOMED
which smell a lot like
the scent of BRAND NEW
& when you drink in the view
i hope you fall as deeply in love
with the punches it threw
as you do with what grew

our souls came to bruise
in galaxies, too