Bled Through Summers

Rain lilies rise—

Not slowly, not gently…

But all at once,

Like they’ve been holding their breath

Through every brutal hour.

One rain.

That’s all it took.

Just one.

I’ve bled through summers

That never ended,

Waited with cracked lips,

Dry eyes,

And a spine made of dust.

And now I ask—

Is a single good day

Enough to make it all

Worthwhile?

Is it stupid to hope

For bloom after burn?

I don’t know.

But I’m still here.

And so are the lilies.