All is Well
Quitting is good.
The garden was never meant to be, overcome by weeds.
I walked away and took my seeds with me.
On another plot, I set them down to start again.
From the dark earth, things grew beneath the rain.
Alone feels fine.
I have the sun, the breeze, and a new day.
I cannot determine what anyone else may say.
Still, the silence within feels fresh, not dead.
The future, clean, like a shining new knife edge.
Change is hope.
Broken can realign and once again be mine.
The heart is meant to weep and smile.
When the weight and wait, the tears and tears
become all the same. Then, I will know.
Age bends time.
All will circle back to be as it was meant to be.
The promise never forgotten; the will never slept.
Creation has been busy spinning its crystalline web.
When light returns, the pattern will be seen.
Alice W. Lee