It's there I know it
at least I think I know it
I know it has grown
despite my lack of feeding it
it searchs for food
searches for nourishment
showing great resilience
taking the little it's been given
it survives
it does not recieve enough
but it gives everything
its roots are deep
growing around and through
the concrete of doubt
reaching sunlight
giving blooms of hope
beauty flowering
in the midst of weeds
at times it seems distant
even separate from me
yet I am reminded
I'm not feeding it
its feeding me
- ben thomasLabels: doubt, faith, poetry |
Love your stuff, bro. We should consider putting together a poetry book, invite others to contribute, and see what comes of it!