Blossom in a Dark Place
#1 of Poems
What is life? What can be found?
Humanity is life
Giving and taking
Cycles of rituals
Slowly coming full circle
Or is it
The knife?
That carves beauty?
Wooden shapes take form into elegant images
Words that cannot express themselves on text
Yet that carves into wounds reopened?
Shredding friendships
and creating synthetic produce.
Life
Is but what you make
What you plant in the soil of your heart
Blossoming yet again
Pushing against the rigid cold of sorrow
And showing its face, yet to shy to speak
Even without light, it shall grow
For long as there is hope
It shall throw
Throw beams of unknown delight
Beyond space
Beyond place
It shall grow
Blossoms will spring
In dark places
With enlightened face
Blossoms shall spring
Emotions forever etched
Upon petals that glean
Stems that support
Roots that feed
Veins that bleed on sleeves
Blossoms will grow
Death will come
As it comes to all
But blossoms will grow
No matter how far you fall
Hope
That you will be able to recall
Blossoms grow
Their love will show
And you will beam
For as long as you know
That blossoms grow, to show beauty unknown.