23:58 – A poem

23:59
one minute and I’ll no longer be
the me I am today
I am a timeline of people and
tomorrow
the clock sets back to zero
it will start counting again the minutes
I have to grow
even one new petal leaves me aglow
I can bloom, time knows
and only time will show
in the dark, the clock glows
mind rewinds
a mental reset to remind
me the changing clock can be a doorway

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Blooming in the rain – A poem

april showers bring may flowers
and there is purpose in the rain
the human heart holds strength in powers
to control suffering when there’s pain

there are only shadows because there’s sun
without light all life would turn dour
with rain, melancholy flowers can bloom
no matter how broken, our heart is still ours

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