My Life, The Garden

With trembling hands, I picked up a seed.
Its hard shell protecting the life force nestled within

My heart shook with a deep sadness
My belly howled with raw rage
My tears, a deluge, a rushing river

Those tears, they watered the seed
That belly, it fertilized the seedling
This heart, it nurtured the budding tree

So filled with love
It could no longer contain itself
And it sprouted blossoms
Beneath the twilight of the dark moon

Sprinkling joy and hope on a life that had seemingly come undone.

(It hadn’t).

It’s garden just needed a little tending to.