As

As my head bows down,
Like a flower after a heavy rain,
Tousled by the winds,
I find gratitude,
I rediscover hope,
And when the sun comes 
Upon me,
The rains dry,
And my head rises again…
I am refreshed, cleansed,
Revived…
Hope becomes me,
Yet again, through a lesson,
Through some confusion,
The unraveling,
Sheds me,
Into who I am still,
Yet to become.
I honor each process,
Following, leading,
Listening, kneading,
Allowing, releasing,
To let me happen,
To my own Life,
My own path,
My own way,
Pace, developing,
As each piece, part,
Grows me…
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
In nature,
In the world around me,
So does its reflections,
Can be found,
In me…
I am resiliently strong!