late bloomer

this photo is of the myriad daffodils we planted at Love Creek Ranch after my mom died... they keep spreading, like Love.

this poem is part of a self-inspiring 40 days of poems to help prime my writing pump. (my version of Julia Cameron’s “morning pages“, but more in line with my psyche than 3 pages of writing whatever falls out of the pen.) this is a topic about which i think (quite a lot), as i often feel quite “behind” when i compare myself to all the “successful” women out there. considering that i’m “just a late bloomer” is a solace to me in those moments, allowing self-love to re-bloom. i hope you enjoy it.

sometimes i feel so

far behind myself, the old

proverbial eight

ball of life, so much

backlog of thought and word and

deed, it will take the

rest of this little

life to catch up with it all.

i can only hope

and remember, with

some sense of solace in the

prospect of always

feeling a little

like the last horse to limp past

the finish line, that

i was born a late

bloomer, and that many times,

the really good things,

the ones which may just

leave a legacy of care,

are worth a long wait.

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