Breathing and blooming;
Cutting and grooming,
Pushing and pulling,
Thinking and mulling.
And simply killing time.
Blooming and breathing;
Laughing and seething,
Debating and thinking,
Eating and drinking.
And slowly feeling fine.
I have been breathing and blooming,
I have smiled, no longer assuming
That my world is over and done,
That no more is there laughter or fun.
I still need some fixing and tuning,
A little more clipping and pruning,
But I am breathing,
and I am blooming.
