Only a small seed,

planted deep within the heart

of new September.

She’s uncertain of the month.

Fearful of the day.

Ambivalent of the year.

Unsure if she’ll be

a flower in a garden

Or the dirt beneath.

She’s not yet allowed to see.

Time will give her sight

through the discomfort that comes

from being buried

in the surface of the soil.

Waiting for a light,

suffocating by the dark.

Suddenly Earth shakes

as hard rain seeps through the cracks.

It pierces her heart

all while the sun breaks her bones.

Discomfort and pain

Consumed what once was the seed.

And in her place stood

a glowing sprout of bright green.

Pain was not over.

The growing had just begun.

Within those moments

the seed had truly become

Something beautiful,

but something with potential.

She knew that her peace

Would be a fleeting moment.

Once again, Earth broke.

this time, she embraced the pain.

She trusted the growth.

Still unsure of what will come.

She knew with her heart,

she would one day feel the sky

And breath in the light,

while rising above the clouds.