Wildflowers Don't Ask Permission to Bloom: The Poetry of Resilient Growing

 

The Full "Sunset Anchor" Poem 🖋️🌅

"I noticed something strange at the office yesterday: the harder I mopped, the more the hidden footprints appeared—a reminder that our journey leaves a mark we aren't meant to erase."

Wildflowers Don't Care Where They Bloom

The mop hits the tile, a rhythm of clean,

Yet the shadows of footprints remain to be seen.

The harder I scrub to make the floor bright,

The more the path taken comes into the light.

But like wildflowers growing through cracks in the stone,

I’ll bloom in the spaces I’ve already known.

I don’t need a garden, a blueprint, or row—

I just need the courage to let the heart grow.

The marks of the journey, the dark and the light,

Are simply the maps of my heart in its flight.

I’ll stop trying to mop every footprint away—

And just let the Sanctuary bloom through the gray. 🌸⚓️

Stay rhythmic, — HH