I am sorry for the way the days
have grown heavy—
for the way I have let myself
carry a weight
that pulled me down from the sky
over & over & over again,
a continuous rain.

For these days when names
are not enough—
but spring is here,
a season I have always called my own.
And blooming has taken me by surprise,
an opening to rediscover
all that once made me happy—
but I let fall away
with the sky,
with the constant rain,
with all the time
I feel I am losing.

Teach me to be myself again—
to sign everything with my full name
and hold no shame.
Remember me as I was,
as I am trying to be once again—
beautiful & inspiring & full
of life, words, light—more words.

I don’t know where the poetry went,
but here I am,
spread bare like a new bloom,
willing to find it again… ❤🌻

©️Beatriz Esmer