Hearken
Poems of the Week
September 9, 2021
There’s a seed in all of us
A seed that’s implanted before we’re even born
For when we emerge into the light of the world
The seed that has begun to grow,
It’s in the form of a gasping cry
As we grow, we nurture that seed into a seedling,
Our lives dependent upon the young seedling to take root and to expand
It is in the form of words expressed or kept in the back corner of our mind
Like all forms of life the maturing seedling will experience a harsh bitter cycle
The forming of a sorrowful, dying whisper
Or perhaps a deep, dark scream filled with unwanted hunger
Withstanding the forces of human nature
Can build a strong foundation of perseverance
Branches that move in harmony
Or they can bear thorns,
Spikes with venom seeping from the tip
All mankind is able to grow as one system
If each individual takes root
We grow when we are heard,
We grow when we are heard
Everything we do
Has the intention of being broken down and understood by our neighbors
For when they refuse,
Or when they become fragmented
Is when the unheard will wilt and die into decaying, brown, useless crumbs
Take away the sun, the soil, the water
And hope for growth
It cannot be so-
Surround yourself in plentiful environments,
Become that of which you yearn to be surrounded with,
A plant deeply rooted: absorbing everything good
With branches of vast stories
And leaves that only soak in radiant energy
Is when a tree of life comes to light