Buried feelings
deep underground,
not to be aired or found.
Only to soak in the beauty of the rain,
take root
and then grow again.
Then you ploughed through
unopposed,
cutting and turning.
churning the soil.
Until my rooting thoughts
were left exposed.
Bringing back
to the surface,
a muddle of
jumbled up faces
and memories,
that made little sense,
but from that furrowed ground
the stains of life
started spreading
as the steady rain
started to nurture
the topsoil again.
The first flickers of life.
A bud breaking out.
Piercing through
the earth's skin.
To feel the wondrous air,
and start breathing it in.
To feel the first blessed rays
of sunlight’s healing heat,
Where days ago
just a dark, damp hole
was my best fit
Now I see the sun,
and want to grab hold of it.
As the fumble
of new grown limbs
reaches out,
I stumble through my thoughts,
caught in a moment of doubt.
Will I be all I can become?
Will I stand in a field of many,
all feeling as one.
Spreading seeds
of hope to everyone.
Will I feed the ground
for all others who come,
or will I just become
another weed.
Alone, in a field of one.
Thanks for reading
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