Sitting in the downpour, it felt like the world was falling apart around me.
That wet wooden bench was my foundation but it felt like it might melt into the earth and take me along with it.
How did I even get to this moment?
Once upon a time, the sun was shining and my heart was full.
The clouds were bright and the sky was the color of the ocean.
Possibilities seemed endless and hope was abundant.
Like birds flying through the air, full of freedom and grace, was my life.
Most days I felt not like I was walking but that I was dancing, floating above the ground.
Now I sit in the rain, soaking wet and completely broken.
You took with you the sun.
I raise my face to the darkening heavens and a million little tears fall upon my already wet skin.
Let this rain cleanse me so that I can be made new.
Let it fill in the cracks so that I can feel whole again.
I am tired of feeling so heavyhearted.
I shiver a little as the air around me grows colder and I take a deep breath.
I feel the weight of myself collapse so that I am lying on this bench and I give up.
I give up you. I give up us. I give up the promises and hopes we once said we had.
I give them up to whoever will take them and I let myself drown in my misery.
Like a seed that has just been planted, this water will help me grow, from something so small and buried and unnoticed to something that rises above the surface for the entire world to behold.
From this ugliness will bloom beauty.
In time I can walk away from this soaking wet, wooden bench, and start down the path to a new way, a new life, a new me.
In time, this moment will be only a memory with less feeling attached to it.
But for now, I just need to be here, in the rain, letting go.
Behold Her Bloom 