Sunday, January 9, 2011

Cycles of Life

O Life

I fight!

Against your shadows.
Like the self-willed warrior,
Who never goes down
On her knees.
Every lost battle brings a promise,
I will rise again.
But
I end up uprooted,
A tree in the storm.


I surrender!

Exchanging wounded disillusionment
for acceptance.
Trusting your forces,
The wind, the wet earth,
The beam of sunlight reaching
Through the crack.
I turn into wild flower,
The grass off the side walk
Walked over, but flourishing again.

No comments:

Post a Comment