The Seed

It's within us all.

So tiny it lies
Beneath the ground.
Overwhelming piles of sludge
Holding it captive.

 

Tendrils of frost
Reach down with long fingers
Teasing and tormenting
Chilling.

 

At last a ray of light
And warmth seeps down to
A shivering, shaking seed
Overwhelmed and insignificant.

 

The sun's rays embrace it
Warming and comforting
And at last the seed stretches
Toward the light

 

Pushing through the muck
And allowing nothing to stand in its way
Working, straining
At last it's above the ground.

 

Nothing can stop it now
Hope becomes its mantra
And even rainy days strengthen it
Until, one day, it stands tall.

 

It stands strong against the wind
And mighty against the storms
Sometimes it bends and sways
But never does it break.

 

Something insignificant
Has grown to something great
Weathering the storms
And reaching for the light.

Author's Note

This isn't the best I've ever written, but it comes from inside me while I'm nurturing my own seed and trying to help it grow ...

Reviews

[Emily B]

THe thought that kept coming to mind was our one fight to grow and stand and be strong. We are the seed, too. This is a wonderful write, Dezaraye. Thank you for sending it to me. I always look forward to returning the many wonderful reviews you've given me.

[__Flaw__]

I have always kind of backed the insignificant. :) And sometimes, it just amazes me, its just unbelievable that some the very insignificant ones, when they are given just a pint of hope with a paste of affection, they cultivate this hope within them and just as u said, stretch out from within their feeble existence and become mighty, powerful...someone significant. This really make me wonder, are we all living to our true potential???
Perhaps, we are, perhaps we are not!...if only we could have that ray warming our soul for a while, then we would truly know.
A very good effort this one :)))...Cheers.

[Molly]

I liked this. The imagery in it was pretty good, and I like the layout of the poem.