I’m not sure what to call this... poetry? I don’t really write poetry and don’t consider myself a writer at all, but sometime last year while working in my garden, this came to me.. and I wrote it down. I’d say I don’t know what it was about, but that would be a lie..
I haven’t edited it and had no intention of sharing it.. but as I came across it in a file in my phone, I figured why not. So for the sake of jumping out of my comfort zone, here goes nothing...
Here I grow, so small and meek... just trying to reach the light. To feel its warmth to know it’s love... to find that peace within.
Just as I think I’m almost there, that menacing sound closes in ... making its way to cut me down, like every time before.
I cannot move, I cannot flee. I’m left to feel its wrath...
It cannot see the beauty within, it cannot see my purpose. It does not care, as it doesn’t fit into it’s plan. It has a need to cut me down to make me who it wants me to be, to show it’s power, to prove a point... just to say it can. Tearing away everything that makes me, me. But I was meant for so much more. Why can’t it understand?
Each time I try with all my might before it comes to show me once more, that I am nothing more than a weed. Each time I try to reach the light, quicker than the last... to fulfill a purpose within.
At last the light, I’ve reached the light and my beauty unfolds... just to hear the thundering sound again, that has only one goal in mind.
What can I do? I cannot run, I cannot change who I am. I’m stuck here to meet my fate.
But, there is something that is apart of me that I can set free... to see a new day, to be swept away with the wind. Hope lies within the seed, the part of me that can escape.
To find a world where the terror does not come, to be loved and cherished and let to shine for who they really are.
So with my last breath, they catch the breeze just in the nick of time, off to find their place in the world.. just as I say goodbye to mine.
Life is full of moments; some good, some bad.. each and every single one makes us into the person we are, the person we were meant to be. This journey is just as important as the destination.
Be kind to one another, and always remember to enjoy the small moments in life..
Much Love,
Justine