Now Bloom!

SEEING THE FLOWER | A beautiful little poem on society’s obsession with the perfect and whole, and fear and judgement of the imperfect and broken. On feeling we need to fix ourselves and each other, instead of being able to simply hold space with love and acceptance.

You ask how I am

I tell you I’m broken

You wish I had lied

You don’t like the broken

So you want to fix me

But you’re too busy running

Running for perfect

You don’t want imperfect

So you should really fix me

But you can’t, you don’t see me

You’re too busy dying

Dying to heal

Green smoothie in one hand

Your thoughts in the other

No hand free for helping

And now you feel guilty!

You tell me you’re busy…


I exhaust you.


“It’s the full moon”

You say


As if that changes anything


All I said

was that I’m broken

The rest was in YOUR head!


I just want you to see me, and know there is nothing to fix!

I just want you to feel me, and ask what I need!

Because for some reason

Your words are important to me


You’re me

I am you

We are whole

We are broken

Don’t fix me

Just love me

Just see me in pieces

Broken by life

And inside there’s a flower

Don’t fix me

I’m perfect!

Don’t close what’s been opened!

You’re me

And you’re broken

You’re perfectly broken

Now bloom!


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