Planting Season


The  Soul
Of me ... is
stretching... like an Olive Tree
Bending... Twisting... Shaping
Wringing out the Debris in me

Feels like I'm sweating
droplets of blood... continuously
Cause... some bad habits...
don't die... so easily

I'm Reaching
down deep
rippin up weeds
softening my soil
trying to plant new seeds

I... desire to be
a new breed of being
As I correct my narrow mindedness
I find a new way of seeing

Everything... that happens
in this life
As I struggle and twist
and re water my souls soil twice
I realize Life.. is a gift

Though not everything is right
See sometimes... I don't get the mechanics
And at times I leave my garden
In a state of neglect...

Yet even in this state...
I accept the spiritual reason...
What dies when this happens
Shoulda never been there...
Because ... now
It's Planting Season
Written by Firebyrd
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 1
comments 3 reads 719
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 1:27am by Grace
Today 00:52am by Ahavati
Today 00:21am by Ahavati
Today 00:11am by SonderNinja
Yesterday 11:40pm by PAR
Yesterday 10:48pm by Grace