Darkness

Where we all begin

Before the Sun

Comes creeping in

To warm the fibre

Of our being

A single breath

A straining sapling

We fight through winters

Storms

And rain

Standing tall

Baring pain

Splinters bite

Ricochet

We ground ourselves

We seize the day

Firmly planted

Barely moved

The tug begins

Within our roots

The tug to fight

The tug to flee

To live our lives

To be truly free

For in the darkness

Withered and

Cold

Lies mould

And illness

Infecting

Old

Connections

Friendships

Family and past

Visible too late

At last

To see what truly lies beneath

The source of turmoil

Lack of sleep

As above

The gentle breeze

Rises

Sending forth seedlings

To the unknown

Where gentler fields await them

Where the Sun

Can help them grow

New roots

With which

They can see the world

In ways I never could

Oh how I wish I could bloom again

For the first time

I just wish I could