4 thoughts on “Wildflowers, by Gaby Compres

  1. I thought I’d read about a broken leg and a heroic limp.
    Instead, I walked into a poem wearing wildflowers and wisdom.

    You didn’t talk about bones.
    You talked about the cracks life leaves behind—the kind band-aids can’t fix.

    But instead of patching them up, you let flowers grow through them.
    That’s bold. That’s beautiful.
    And maybe a little rebellious—like telling the universe,
    “Sure, you broke me… but I bloom now, deal with it.”

    Made me chuckle softly and think a little deeper.
    Maybe all of us are just cracked pots trying to hold a little sunlight.

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    • 💗 Thank you …… ‘ There’s a crack in everything….that’s how the light gets in’- Leonard Cohen

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