Uprooted

A poem for Thursday

Do you remember those days?
Do you wish they would come back to you?
Do you want to start over? Perhaps you just need a rest. Do you remember those dreams?
Do you wish you still had them?
Do you still long for the same things?
Are you still feeling blessed?
I don’t know.
I don’t know any more. Or maybe I never did.
But I do know the center of these roses are soft as any pillow I’ve found, the color as delicate as any dawn I’ve seen, and they smell of absolutely nothing.
What a surprise to find their scent was just leaves instead of perfume, this discovery made me laugh with a start.
I have found that the answers come in hindsight and often make me chuckle when I realize them.
Joy is abundant surprise and a willingness to be pulled in the direction of its desire.
You know how I know?
I have you.
Haven’t I?

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