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Manzanita

Manzanitas are blooming
My annual reminder, that a year has aged me, uplifted me, beaten me
Perhaps not the most comforting thing
But the flowers look pretty
On that manzanita tree

When I opened those journals I�d written months ago
I expected those thoughts, memories, and feelings to flood back into me
A contrast to the outpouring from mind to paper
It came back, but not the same

The manzanita didn�t change, it simply followed the order of things
The world is the only thing it has to appease
For me, it�s a number of things
But I�m a neglectful, journal burning young lady
I have no spring to bloom
And if I did, nobody would care to see

If I planted myself somewhere
And focused on growing, rather than reliving a dusty diary entry, I�d have more than myself to focus on
I�d be creating a season of my own
Not even a manzanita could compete.