From years of arrogance and lack
You found no choice, but to depart,
Walking away, not looking back,
Leaving a scar deep in my heart.
A wound profound – heart starts to bleed;
Tears filled with blood drip unto soil.
You’ve left behind a single seed,
Planted in blood – I start to toil.
Working the ground with gentle care,
The seed is nurtured through my tears.
How fast time flies – I’m unaware,
The work consumes my deepest fears.
One day, through cracks in blood-stained ground,
A flower broke free from the dark:
Dare I believe that I have found
First time in years, a hopeful spark?
stephen p hopkins
Really like this one. POWERFUL imagery.