Forsythia

I needed to see your bright, optimistically yellow flowers

To counterbalance the ever-growing darkness in me;

I unwittingly attached myself to hope

Peering out at your long, graceful branches

Swaying merrily in the breeze

Competing with the brilliance of the sun.

Your presence symbolizes light after a long winter

New life after tiptoeing precariously close to death,

And I grasped onto that idea like oxygen

To veins determined to stop circulating.

How we need those blindingly yellow flashes of optimism

In the descending heaviness of life,

The example of resilient growth

When our own will to breathe fades out.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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