The mornings are rich, full of light and warmth. and although the day may be poor, heavy and tiresome and the night may be restless cold and disturbingly quiet; hidden in that darkness lies the promise of the coming dawn.
I think my life is in season. As spring blooms beautifully, it gives an accurate definition of new beginnings. But along with it, there were a lot of baggages that I needed to let go. I find myself losing a lot of relationships. It breaks my heart how it drastically changed. I made a lot of beautiful memories with them. Those memories were comparable to cherry blossoms. It was so bright and full of energy. But just like spring, it has to end. Because life must keep on going. Some people aren’t meant to stay. I stopped trying not because I didn’t care. Instead, I’ve learned how to accept things. I still do love them. I love hard. But I believe that I can still love them from a far. I can’t wait for another chapter of my life. Opportunities are always welcome. As well as meeting new people. And just like spring, it is a beginning of growth.
cradled in these arms a new beginning a metaphorical infant of hope the sweetest possibility of innocent growth in this basic moment i can believe i'm not alone cradled in these arms the makings of a home
Today, I planted a seed. Laboring to follow cycles decreed. The fertile soil I tilled and the water I spilled. Both blanket my treasure - an anchor sprouting, I closely measure. Taking root, it bears stem, blooming to peak: a potent gem. Now, the leaves broach to unfurl, elevating dawn with a blossoming pearl.
Spring is the season for new beginnings - however they emerge.