a poem...
A short prose poem I wrote for Rest Notes today. I thought I would share it here.
sometimes in spring i feel like a seedling that is trying its hardest to sprout, but only ever seems to remain in the dark underground. i feel the sunlight. it warms the environment around me. i feel the rain. it nourishes my body. i have everything i need– and yet...?
will i sprout soon? if so, what will i sprout into?
I think it's a good question. Sometimes I feel like I do not thrive in my environment... and that much may true. As a neurodivergent being it's hard to thrive in an environment that was not built to suit your needs. Just because we don't bloom where we're planted doesn't inherently mean we are broken or flawed. I know it's hard to think otherwise but one day you will wake up and feel exactly where you belong. That's what keeps me going in the darker times.
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