First Bloom of Spring

Not ev’ry tree is covered,

Only the brave show themselves.

Entering stage four of their cycle,

Preceding the peak bloom of tourists.

A cloud of blossoms lasts but days,

To return anew a year later.

Sakura’s blossoming:

A fragility of beauty.

Humankind’s suffering:

A transience of lifespans.

The stages of reincarnation,

Often contradictorily reaped.

Souls mirroring trees,

Spring everlasting.

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Author’s Note: Brittan began writing poetry in June 2020. She uses poetry as a therapeutic exercise when revisiting homophobic traumatic memories and describing life with BPD & Bipolar 2. She uses poetry as a medium for self-expression when discussing Buddhism, lesbianism, and platonic love.