It was at a time that I was feeling like the journey was intense that I started penning some poetry. I later penned this one as I turned another corner and was grateful for ‘Kindred Magazine’ for printing it.
She Rose
Light, soil and water are all that I need,
I patiently wait for the growing seed,
It buds and stretches, it wilts, and it wanes,
It’s life force leaking through my veins.
It bends and it bows searching the light,
Enough affliction of the long cold night,
The sun is cloaked, I cannot see,
Stay silent little one a new day will be.
Night follows day and day follows night,
A quiver, a break, the curtain shut tight.
Then out of the shadows the light trickles through,
Almost ethereal, it’s divine and it’s true.
So, a stick is set to keep her strong,
She can support herself, just extending along,
Kind words are spoken to her every day,
Positivity and love not far away.
It’s nurture she needs to give her some trust,
These mortal essentials of life are a must.
Then one day I walk by and glance at ‘herself’,
Blooming and steadfast, in vibrant health.
She has vulnerability and courage anew,
Her surrender is mine, what she feels I have too.