Shadowed by ill fit love
un nurtured and bare of fruit
starving for life brought only by the rays of hope
moss covered and stagnant
stifled and subdued by solitude
yearning to be pruned of our dead limbs we wait
we wait for hope to rise, to shine down
that glorious unseen essence that is Love
the heart of all things beautiful and flourishing
strengthening our roots
  transforming us with purpose
crippled we stand and stretch out towards the heavens
with out memory of pain
we grow
we Love
we hope