Like a drop of rain in the ocean
we wait for the hands of those willing to reach down into our darkened roots and lead us
gently back to the time we planted the seed inside our soul and promised ourselves
that we’d never starve our growing heart of sunshine.
We’re bad sometimes
hiding our wounds behind doubtful clouds and allowing our seed to sink into
the darkest part of ourselves but that’s when you emerge and say
‘you don’t need a lover’s hands when i’ve brought the sun to your feet. Now stand up.’
The clouds part a little and the ocean looks a lot less daunting from up here my
seedling heart grows, thanks to you.