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The Crocus and I: Transition to Beautiful — a poem
A sign of hope
Mar 2, 2025
The Crocus not seen
as my identity.
Before spring,
transition begins,
a sign of hope.
My struggle,
against the surface,
to rise above,
a still cold world.
Beauty arrives,
the Crocus blooms,
as do I,
my identity revealed.
Out of the darkness,
like the Crocus, I emerge.
Beauty displayed,
and the world may see,
a transition complete,
a beautiful me.
Patsy Starke, 3/2/2025
