As children, We seed our dreams. If supported, Through untethered imagination. If not, Through resilience from pain. Adolescence is a Sprouting period. At first, a breaking out Of our social pods. Then a chaotic time Of seeking a place to grow.
If we find anchors, We root in and become sturdy. Or, we anchor ourselves To our seasons. ~~~~ Once anchored, we can Produce flowers. And, sometimes, They bear fruit. Then, our lives and our bodies Become nourishment for our offspring. We set our Selfs aside, In service to this cycle. Our children—in whatever form, Seed themselves into the world.
As we move beyond This ripe and fertile time, A limbo-like space emerges. And a (Meno) Pause. We begin to loosen Our anchors. Chaos returns, and Our sturdiness must transform.
We are reminded, Of the Selfs we put aside— Impatient to be remembered, And bringing with them our power. Reintegration brings pain and joy. All of the feels. ~~~~~ Through resilience from that pain, And untethered imagination, Our power fully ripens And we stabilize our social pods.
Can you feel the cycle Spanning across generations? Are we ready for The generations to come?