I Bloom In Seasons

The evergreen, tough in the cold, showing resilience.

I am not an evergreen, for I bloom in seasons. But I look to the evergreen when bitterness for futility in my past creeps in. 

Some may blossom, yet never truly bloom. I take pride in those defining moments, embracing the winters with the knowledge that the next season holds unforeseen possibilities. Every twist in our shared journey, every path taken, adds to the mosaic of our growth. Accepting the inevitable, we find the grace to honor the unique beauty woven into our individual tales.