Seeds of change.
Shadows of night draw near.
I am alone , at the mercy of my thoughts.
I am reluctant to take a bite of this dish of anguish ,
An unappetising plateful of pain and sorrow.
I have no appetite but I am drawn closer, ever closer.
The seeds of change are ripe for sowing.
There is a sense of urgency for planting,
To reap the bountiful harvest to feed my hungry soul.
To taste instead the ripe fruits of hope and peace.
A juicy peach , it\'s flesh plump and welcoming,
To feel it\'s juice spill forth golden and sweet ,
Mine for the taking if only I dare.
The crossroads looms before me . Which path will I choose?
Well trodden path of apathy and stoicism,
Familiar friend that asks for no self examination,
But in return promises only a numbing empty void.
The dawn is near , the first tendrils of early light warm my skin,
Bringing resolve and strength and clarity to my thoughts .
I emerge from the greyness of my previous existence like a butterfly from its chrysalis.
Wings outstretched in search of the sun - I am reborn .