I will sprout flowers

Once upon a time, she lay in darkness, beneath a rough crust of soil, her body filled with the seeds of the future. She knew that it was possible to grow downwards and upwards at the same time: roots seek moisture so that the stem can reach the light. Her body learned to be prickly in order to protect the delicate shoots; it learned to be straight so as not to bend under foreign winds. The call of flowers and light awakened in her. It reminded her: «Look at your sun, even if it is night around you.» Having become a flower, she began to turn toward her inner light, rather than toward the gaze of others. Each rough leaf held the memory of pain, and each sprout was the promise of a new cycle. Sprouting flowers, she stopped choosing between shadow and light. Her roots nourished the earth, her stem stretched toward the sky, her heart became a field where the past and future meet. She is a sunflower woman: strong, honest, rooted, growing toward her own sun, so that one day she may blossom and give the world the seeds of her truth