Wildflower (new poem)

If you push me off the edge
I will grow like a weed from ash
The sun beckons:
spread your petals, be free
I was broken. Now I’m not.
I am me again, ready or not
I step onto wet sand
and everything makes sense
The breeze knows my skin;
caresses past and future sins
I bloom in ash and sand
No need to run, I deserve to land.