In the Company of Flowers #430

Some words are seen far more often than what they've actually done.

Playing with bits of life.

Applying assumptions along the way.

Louder than they should be.

Better at gathering rain.

Even at times confusing love as the villain.

Some words are seen far more often than they are actually favored.

Written in the margins.

Pointing at upright.

Shouted from the crowd.

Hosted from experience.

Everything and nothing at the same time.

Some words are seen far more often than they actually show up. 

Paying no attention to the waiting weather.

Taking care of just enough to be believed.

Trying to hold onto beauty.

Assembling pieces of theater.

Freezing time.

Some words are seen simply because they move around our gardens.

Like when the rain is pouring from our eyes.

Where we are isn't enough.

And the evidence of our own unique blue is confusing for us.

Or when hope appears in a way that we didn't grasp that we needed.

Toiling achieves something.

And when conversations bring peace.

Some words are seen because they connect us to what's ours.

Where weakness and strength argue for different parts.

The desire to be seen strays away from having to show up.

And the personal hero without cheers from the crowd has to keep going.

But the more places that we can adapt to, the less some words can define who we are.

The more we ride around feeling rather than being, the less some words of doubt have to give.

And the more we are open to falling, the less history has the freedom to continue with some words.

Gardens aren't just meant to be in the company of flowers, and gardeners shouldn't live otherwise just because some words don't favor that.

Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell