Seedling.

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s