There’s something powerful about choosing yourself, about walking away from what no longer serves you and stepping into a life that feels like home. My latest poem, “She Turns to the Wildflowers,” is a celebration of that moment. It’s about a girl who once waited for love to soften, for someone to treat her with the tenderness she deserved. But when she realizes that love shouldn’t have to beg, she turns away, not with sorrow, but with joy.

The Beauty of Letting Go

It’s easy to believe that love means holding on, even when it hurts. But what if love is actually about walking toward the things that make you feel alive? This poem follows a girl who chooses growth over waiting, joy over longing. Instead of wilting under the weight of an unkind love, she flourishes, baking her own bread, brewing her own tea, spinning in the sun. She creates a life so full, so bright, that looking back no longer feels necessary.

This is a story many of us know. Maybe we’ve waited for someone to change, to soften, to finally see us the way we deserve to be seen. But in the waiting, we sometimes forget something important: We don’t need to be chosen to be whole.

Wildflowers and Self-Growth

Wildflowers are a perfect symbol for this kind of transformation. They grow without permission, without careful tending, without needing to be planted in neat rows. They bloom where they stand, untamed and free. Just like the girl in the poem, they remind us that happiness doesn’t come from being wanted by someone else, it comes from embracing who we are, as we are.

If you’ve ever felt like you were waiting for love to arrive, waiting for someone to make up their mind, waiting for something to change, consider this: Maybe happiness isn’t in the waiting. Maybe it’s in the moments you create for yourself, in the laughter that spills out of you when no one’s watching, in the simple joy of a life that is fully yours.

A Life Too Full to Look Back

The final lines of the poem reflect complete freedom. The girl doesn’t just move on, she thrives. She isn’t haunted by the past; she isn’t wondering if she made the right choice. Instead, she is dancing, shining, blooming into a version of herself that no longer needs validation from someone who never truly saw her.

What This Poem Means for You

If you’re holding onto something that no longer nurtures you, take a step into the meadow. Let yourself grow. Let yourself become so happy, so free, so full of life that the past becomes nothing more than a fading shadow. You were never meant to wilt. You were always meant to bloom.

What does this poem make you feel? Have you ever had a moment where you chose yourself over someone who didn’t value you? Share your thoughts in the comments, I’d love to hear your story. 🌿✨