Growth by Rosie Lawson
I lay on the soft ground
the grass tickling my bare legs
And push my toes into the soil
Planting myself like a dandelion
My own roots embedded in the cool earth.
I skim the daisies with my fingertips
The pollen dusting my palm
And the petals brush my skin
They are silky like satin.
I stop to think.
Am I silky to the touch too?
I gaze across the garden
My eyes taking in the splendour
Of the neatly trimmed rose bushes
The borders brimming with bright sunshine marigolds
And pink begonias.
Cobbled pathways twist through the freshly cut lawn.
I wonder
If I follow the pathways in my mind
Where will they take me?
The beauty of the preened garden is intentional
Planned.
Every piece has its place
Like a complex puzzle.
I have never fitted the jigsaw.
I had jagged edges
And faded patterns.
I was always considered eccentric
Abstract.
I am a rich, dense wilderness
A complicated ecosystem
Full of life and creation.
I have always been a wildflower
And when spring comes
I will bloom.
An overgrown entanglement of vines
Stretching up towards the sun
Drinking in its light and warmth
Bursting into colourful blossoms
Beneath the crystal skies
Untamed and free
Dancing a lazy waltz in the balmy air.
I am a child of Mother Earth
And now is my time
For spiritual ascension and growth.
I will rise like the dawn after the darkness
My radiance will shine through the cracks of self doubt
Like sunbeams
The lightning storm dispersing
To reveal the sky
Purplish and bruised
Underneath the heavy grey cloud.
And I will heal.
Rosie Lawson is a passionate writer based in sunny Stockport. Currently working on a poetry collection called “Ascension and Growth” – a collection about self-love. It is reflective of her spiritual journey to not only acceptance but adoration after a long battle with her mental health. Rosie is influenced by the comparisons of nature and the self and uses this imagery in her work.