May 4, 2021
What will emerge with the things that I say?
What parts of myself do I put on display?
I pray that the rhymes don’t just come from my mind,
But rather dig deeper for words that I find.
I find when I share from what’s buried inside,
I give feelings the freedom to no longer hide.
I sift through debris in my heart and my soul.
The weeds and the trash that so quickly take hold.
Removing the clutter provides me more room
For planting a garden where flowers may bloom.
I’m not a gardener, but willing to sow.
I’ll scatter the seeds and then see what will grow.
If I let in the light and inhale the fresh air,
Perhaps I’ll grow something that I can then share.
I’ll open my garden and let others see,
By sharing the words that are growing in me.