Barren Ground: A Poem
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read
Against the barren ground, I push.
Underneath,
it seems so safe.
The angry sun is against me.
The night is my refuge.
No rain,
for so long.
My roots are parched,
But I must grow,
for my mother to reclaim herself,
lest we die.
To find the light,
I push deeper,
where life giving water flows,
in the darkness,
under the barren ground.
I drink of the elements.
I grow strong.
I rise from the earth,
my prison,
my mother’s womb,
my life source.
Against the merciless sun,
I resist.
I claim its rays.
I make my stand,
on barren ground.
I live,
I thrive.
More of me,
they break through,
that barren ground,
no longer barren….
Patsy, 2017


