Let this be your reminder:
you don’t have to bloom on demand.
Even in stillness, you are growing.

I am the gardener
who wakes with the sun,
bare hands in the earth,
bare heart to the sky.
I plant with intention,
but I do not rush bloom.
I trust the silence
between seed and stem.

I am the garden
that grows from within,
roots deep with memory,
petals soft with becoming.
I do not chase the light;
I become the light.
I open not to prove,
but because it is time.

I prune what no longer belongs.
I water what waits patiently.
I compost old fears into flowers.
I bloom because I was born to.

No effort, no striving,
just sacred unfolding.
My breath is enough.
My presence, an echo of grace.

I am the cycle,
the soil,
the sacred blooming.

I am the gardener and the garden.
I bloom by simply being.
My presence is my power.

~ Mia

 

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About the Author:
Michelle Cuello (Mia) is a writer and artist exploring themes of healing, identity, and emotional depth. Her upcoming books, Ashes Before Dawn and The Air Never Breathed This Heavy, blend poetic storytelling with personal truth, offering reflections for those who ache, heal, and rise.