Freewriting Day 12: Sunburst Explosion




Everything was dark. Then, I spied a tiny yellow flower just beginning to bud. Its small leaves curled gently upward. It was such a stark contrast to the dreariness around it. I stopped and stared, enamored by its beauty. Awestruck by its strength.

This little flower reminded me of the saying, "Life goes on." Even if things are bad, they won't be that way forever. The light will shine again. Growth will continue. Messes will be made and cleaned up. People will be born and people will die. It is the cycle of life.

Stealing a second glance, I realized there were other flowers around the yellow beauty. It didn't take away from anything. I know that everything needs something supporting it to help it reach its fullest potential.

I am thankful for the sunburst explosion. I see myself as that flower. People may count me out. I may not be seen, but in the midst of all the pain, I am coming out. My roots are firmly in the ground. New life is springing forth all around. Poof. Bam. Pow. Things that I thought were taking forever are suddenly working themselves out.

Thank you to everyone who has contributed to my growth. Whether you've been a front-row supporter or just on the fringe. 

In the explosion of color that I saw, I had a moment of clarity. Everything else paled in comparison. I saw none of the rocks and dirt. No, this is my moment to shine.

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