I Am
I am...
A seed that was blown from
A wayward wind
Sewn too soon
With fragile roots
Clinging
To a rocky soil
That fell between
The cracks
In a place covered
In ocean brine
Which...Somehow
Managed to exist
Where the sun
Could not shine
Except…
On those rare days
When it would burn
Through that veil
Of grey fog
Turning
The whole world blue
Blue skies...
Where clouds roamed
Aimlessly...
Over a quiet glassy surface
That would
When pushed...
By a raging wind
Lash out
In frustration
Shattering itself
On those jagged rocks
As it tried
Time
And time again
To move beyond that
Rocky shore
Where...
That rose
Tried in vain
To bloom.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George of Canada
Written: March 7th, 2015
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2015
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