Dear Diary …. by Kellianne Sweeney

In The Beginning

Growth seems rather
Straightforward and natural.
Reaching generally for the sun,
Adjusting to obstacles and twists in the plot
as needed,
Hopeful and expectant of what seems to be expected.
Occasionally,
Weeding needs to be attended to,
Which is hard work, but feels expected too.

But what of
those unexpected Devastations
that decimate the familiar playing field, 
and render it
littered with the broken pieces of what used to resemble a Life lived...
A tragic situation, A death, A betrayal?

 Slapped with disbelief, mired in pain, unable to see the sun.

But the cracks in our brokenness
Let the sun in at different angles
Shining in different places of our being,
Deeper places
where growth is needed, but as yet
Untouched by the sun.

The playing field is purged, barren, and open.
It begs the opportunity to reexamine and rebuild.
Routines, habits and boundaries that were once accepted and rigid,
Thoughtfully studied
What to keep
What to discard
How to keep growing
Growth becomes conscious choices
Informed and fluid based on experience
to reach directly for the sun.

Now I know how I want to grow. 
It has become lucid choice, not wandering happenstance.
Learn, grow & bloom always
Not stagnate, dry & wither for any reason.
Journey on, and well.