Hello Out There,
All of you, who are not in here with me,
I miss you so much.
I look forward to the time
When I am opened up
Like ripe fruit or
A flower spreading.
My pedals are still curled inward.
Someday soon folded wings will unfurl
Making space for you.
We must be patient with ourselves,
Forcing moments like these only
Ends up in regret for
Damage to delicate structures.
We are strong in moving slowly.
I am readying even now
When I look so closed.
Little adjustments Like waves
will move out to shatter the shell
Scattering crisp pedals like snow
And I will finally be able to