The Seasons of Her Soul: Blooming and Breathing

 

 The Rhythm of Growth

Some days, she bloomed—
petals wide, colors loud,
stretching toward the light,
unafraid, untamed, alive.

And some days, she only breathed—
quiet, steady, unseen,
wrapped in rest, soaking in grace,
holding space for tomorrow.

But both were necessary.
Both were sacred.
For even in stillness, she grew.

For even in silence,
God was shaping the next bloom.

 When Rest is Enough

Some days, she rose with strength,
fire in her chest, light in her hands,
stepping forward, fearless, sure.

And some days, she only exhaled—
not in defeat, but in surrender,
not in weakness, but in trust,
allowing the weight to settle,
allowing grace to carry what she could not.

Because blooming is beautiful,

but breathing is holy too.

And no matter the season,
she is becoming.