Learning to Live

The little dandelion is now learning to sometimes pause and rest

and simply let the wind take her along his course;

She is learning that obstacles are Life's ploy to test

Those for whom lie open the biggest doors.

She holds on to her dreams, patient and steadfast

She is learning to accept with grace, the failures, pain and tears

Working on her shortcomings, building a future brighter than her past

Slowly, steadily, she is outgrowing her fears.

She is learning to pursue her own path and not the road the world around her shows;

Learning not to see herself in the portrait that people around her draw

Falling, rising, growing - trudging along the path and the journey SHE chose,

She's embracing the vibrant hues hidden within - they'll soon leave the same people in awe.

From discomforting times, she's learning to accept all that life throws her way

She's learning that the darkest, longest of nights is inevitably followed by daybreak

She's learning to decipher the little lessons life sends disguised as a bad day

She draws strength from the people she cherishes, to work towards the difference she aspires to make.

She's learning that new destinations keep arising, a voyage has no finish line

Questions will continue to grow; often whose answers only Time can reveal

She's learning that when the voice within becomes noise, turning a deaf ear is perfectly fine

She's learning to value herself. Slowly, she's beginning to heal.

She's learning to allow insecurity only to nudge her along the right track

She's learning to give herself the respect she wants the world to give

She's learning to apply kindness to heal her scars, to fill her every crack

She's learning that growth follows patience; she's learning, finally, to live.

She's learning once again to feel - to smile, to scream, to weep;

She's learning when to let go, she's learning when to hold on tight

She's learning to comfort herself, to no longer cry herself to sleep.

She's learning that if only she searched, every tunnel would yield a beam of light.

She's learning that some scars may never heal, some wounds, with time, may hurt a little less

That sometimes, all her hope and strength can't help her break some walls

She's learning that not every chapter of the tale may bring the protagonist success. 

But the tougher the times he gets through, the louder the applause when the curtain falls.

She's learning, growing, inching closer to the person she sees herself be

No more does she wish to speak simply to make herself heard

She no longer looks for destinations, but for lessons along her journey 

Every day is hers to soar higher and chirp merrier - she is now a liberated bird.

Her flight speaks for itself, narrating her tale, word for word.

The Tranquill Poet 🤍

P.S - Ten days into this year, I penned 'One day, she'll speak...'. With this blog, I believe my day has since arrived and the world (okay, a veryyyyyy tiny part of it) now listens as I voice my thoughts. Now, with barely ten days left until the next year begins, I put down 'Learning to Live' as a reflection of the journey of emotions 2023 took me on, and my evolution as a person since 'One day...'.