Daffodils and Marigolds

6 Jan

Raindrops and tears

Goodnights and welcome

A time to begin

The time has passed like water through a sieve

One day I was writing, scribbling away

Then time had passed and nothing remained except questions

and confusion again and again

Challenges put on hold

Questions unasked

Why would the words not come

My pen would leave no mark on the paper

I wanted to know why the driving force had vanished

Time passed in a room so small

Upon a bed I laid

Images in a blur moved through the revolving door between

What was - What is and - What could be

A glass of water – lukewarm

Food so far removed from the recognisable

would not touch my pallet

Tears were cried for fear of all being lost

But there was a seed protected by a love so small,

so fragile yet so strong

This seed survived the trip down the path of despair

Its roots buried deep in fear, yet it grew and still this moment

it grows

Daffodils and Marigolds come to full bud

They bloom, releasing an array of strength and hope

I remember their beauty

I know I can cope

Paper Cut