faith, rewritten
the simple act of saving,
starving.
the fruit of the soul that blooms in the roots,
flowers in the mind.
it's vines stretching the cranium-
expanding.
it's the finger on the cliff edge.
it's devotion in danger.
a promise kept,
a promise earned.
it's the shaking, halting, freedom of breath.
a step onto the pathway.
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poetrysometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
