Sometimes to bloom we need to experience the darkness

The trees have survived
Another winter
Its skeleton frame
Is all that remains
But tiny buds
Soon consume it
So full of life
As it stands in the suns light,
Pure white blossom
Falls like snow
In its place
Leaves will grow,
Gentle breezes rustle the leaves
That grip to the trees
Holding on
With every inch of its life
But when the skies turn grey
Its colour begins to fade
The leaves fall
To their last resting place
Where they’re left to decay,
But the tree remains
To fight another day
To survive another winter

Hello, I hope you have all had a lovely week. I thought this week I would share with you a poem I wrote.

Personally this poem means quiet a lot to me as I think it reflects the struggles and strength we all show in life, I hope you can all relate to it in some way.

On the surface it’s about a tree and the transformation it goes through during each season. But it means so much more that. It’s about the hidden strength and courage it shows against the elements. The winter leaves the tree bare and stripped of its personality. Unrecognisable from what it used to be, but still it stands there silently with it roots planted firmly in the ground as it fights against all that the winter months have thrown at it. Its reward for staying strong is the calmer spring weather and a new blossom coat which is gradually replaced with green leaves. But life isn’t that simple. Through its life the tree will face many stormy days. Some days it will weather them well and come out fairly unscathed. Other days, when the winter sets in, it won’t be as lucky. But still the tree never gives in, it stays strong and fearless to survive another winter which is needed for the tree to blossom.

I wrote this as a reminder to myself that no matter how hard life gets, it will always get better. I have always felt close to nature. When I was younger I used to enjoy spending time making dens in the bushes at the bottom of my street, climbing trees and making nests for birds out of the cut grass and broken branches. But it isn’t until recently that I have realised how inspiring and strong nature truly is. I can see quite a few similarities between myself and the tree in the poem. I’m not saying that I am inspiring or in any way as strong as the tree. But I have kept my feet firmly planted in the ground. There have, and I am sure there will be, many times when I feel like giving up but I’m not going to. I am going to stand strong and weather my storms. Sometimes to bloom we need to experience the darkness.

I think deep down, we all have a bit of the tree inside us. Life isn’t easy and it most certainly isn’t always kind. We all have our own winter storms that we face and though sometimes it feels like we’re losing, we aren’t. We all weather the storms in our own ways but we always stand strong. The winter never lasts forever, it will pass and when it does you will grow. Setbacks aren’t failures, they are all part of living and recovering.

Writing for me, is my outlet and I use it to channel how I feel. Words are just chains of black and white lines but when they come from the heart they can paint beautiful images and unite people. I love how experiences so personal and isolating can be transformed in to lines of words that other people can relate to. Yet we can all read the same words and the same verses but it can mean so many different things to different people. For me, that is what I find so beautiful and interesting about poetry and writing in general.

I would really appreciate it if you could let me know how you interpret my poem and what it means to you in the comments and if you enjoyed reading posts like this. If you did enjoy it, please share it.

Until next time


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