It feels like I’ve been ignited, as I was just once before. Still waters move momentous, waves crashing to the shore.
I wait as mountains move me toward where I wish to be,
And hope the past of prejudice won’t poison all the trees.
I always saw the clouds and gloom, I never saw the sky.
Until the day I saw what my perspective tried to hide.
Much of what I needed, were things I always knew.
A set of seedlings kept from water, so they never grew.
The ground beneath me rich with properties of life
But I continued searching for someone else’s light.
A flower deep inside me, growing deep inside my heart
I wonder if this time around it will still tear me apart.
I feel the trees take root, at the floor beneath my feet,
And watch as branches force the birds to all retreat.
This garden was dry and dying, long before I had arrived.
I’m sure my getting out, is the only reason I survived.