My life, a spirogyra 🙂

My Life Is Like a Spirogyra

My life is like a spirogyra

long,

green with hope,

and tangled in ways

I never planned.

I keep growing,

but not in straight lines.

I twist around memories,

coil myself around mistakes,

and somehow find a way

to keep going.

Every cell holds a story.

Some carry laughter,

some carry wounds,

some carry things

I pretend I have forgotten.

And just like spirogyra,

I have learned that growing

doesn't always mean

moving forward.

Sometimes,

it means stretching

through the same water,

meeting the same currents,

fighting the same pull

and still becoming

something new.

There are days

I feel like I am going nowhere,

just floating,

turning in circles,

waiting for life

to make sense.

But maybe circles

are not always a sign

that I am lost.

Maybe they are proof

that I am still becoming.

Because even in muddy water,

something can grow.

Even when everything feels tangled,

life can still find a way

to multiply.

So yes,

my life is like a spirogyra.

Complicated.

Twisted.

A little messy.

But alive.

And perhaps

that is enough for now

to keep growing

even when I don't know

where the current

is taking me.