Sacred Reflection

Some friendships are roots

burrowed deep in memory—

but not all roots are living.

Some strangle the bloom

you are becoming.

You loved well.

You gave truly.

You stayed longer than the soil allowed.

But even the Earth

knows when it is time

to compost what no longer nourishes.

There is no blame in the turning.

No shame in the silence.

Only the slow grace of evolution—

of becoming too expansive

for the pots that once held you.

Let them go with love.

Not because they were unworthy,

but because you are growing.

You are clearing the thorns,

making way for the wild roses.

You are opening space

for those who will know you

not by history,

but by the way your spirit

sings in full bloom.