The Poem

What first was coiled and swollen in the dark,

Like bursting blossoms triggered by the light

Spring into open air to find release,

These ever surging musings crack the cold

And arid places of a lonely soul.

From out of tightly wound and twisted thoughts,

Now surface saplings from the seeds of hope

Once firmly pressed around a fallow heart.

In toilsome labor, giving birth to words

That press up into warmer, moister climes

And rupture into deeply quiet scenes,

Where once again, new life finds room to breathe.