The Garden
None are ‘alone’
Even in your darkest hour
As fear collects in puddles
From your storm of circumstance
Search inside
For the sleeping seed that is you
And know
Darkness is only
The soil of the soul.
Have no fear.
Tend your flame,
Whether bright or dim.
Just shine
And know that others
Shine with you,
For you.
As your seed lifts its head through
The dark soil of night
Smile at freedom
Rise
And bloom.
---unAsleep