Begging you to bend with stiff limbs. You are uncomfortable, but grateful. Paint pictures of familiarity and change up the colors. You create a palette that’s a bit brighter and aren’t quite sure how to feel about the color yellow. It’s growing on you. Growing is hard- it presses every pressure point without letting up. Growing is a blessing because it means your spirit is still alive and trying. You decide to let things flow at a manageable pace, whatever that means. Part of you is breaking again, but that needs to happen before the bloom. I mean, look how bad your winter was? You swore the ice storms would change your breathing pattern and here you are, inhaling rays of the sun just in time for spring’s beautiful ending. You’ll always mourn, that’s forever. That’s part of the gift of spirit. You’ll try over and over again, but not in hopes of perfection, but progress. You’ll close your eyes and see yellow. -AMT ©️