Thrown about by the tormenting wind,
Pummeled with unrelenting rain,
So lost, and all alone,
Struggling to find her way,
Searching for a sanctuary,
Amid the violence of the storm,
A place to rest, to dream, to grow,
Her own place in the world,
Wearied from the journey,
Yet exhilarated by new life,
Sinking in deep roots,
Stretching upwards, towards the sky,
The tiny seed begins to blossom,
Petals open wide.
Some days the rain still comes,
Gales will shake the fragile stem,
Still, she grows stronger every day,
Unfettered by the tempest.
One such insubstantial seed of hope,
In each of us resides,
Waiting to be born,
Patiently, for life.
I'm going to be completely honest with you. It scares me how good you are at writing poetry, and I envy it. You should definitely consider creating and eventually publishing a book of all of your poems. You have that special gift of writing poetry all of us writers hope for.
ReplyDeleteRachel,
ReplyDeleteThis is such an inspiring and beautiful poem. You are truly gifted and have such an amazing talent. The way each stanza flows, the creative use of language, and the story behind this poem is truly fantastic. This is my favorite poem of yours so far! I can't wait for your next post :)
Bridget