Finding a Shape

It can take time to find words to fit a thought, come together in a link to make known what was just a shapeless notion, a shadow trying to free itself from the dark. Perhaps a childhood hurt clawing its way out, knotted feelings slowly unraveling into names. A desire let loose from an ache. Or simply a tree growing into its dream, once cramped in a seed and sunk deep under the earth, it pushes towards the light to unfold itself in form. Existence written in trunk, bark, branch and leaf. We are all trying to find a shape to fit us, growing into time and space, some with certainty others beset by doubt, willingly or unknowingly being pulled towards the light.