it started with a sense 

of a soft glow, a soft heart

a soothing subtle warmth

and inherent trust



the heart grows fonder
under water

swelling with it all


Becoming its own ocean

it grows heavy



but we are born of breath

and ever air

and light as one could be



the mind is tidal

tumult, earth nestled

a thunderstorm
in a closed off room

at times



we are weather before we find

we are forever, shifting, but divine


i doubted, but the signs kept coming

i doubted, but Love did not

Spirit never tarried

and I was never truly lost



a warm wind, northward bound

the sunlight nourishing

evaporating sorrow, creating spring

the sun let seeds sown blossom



i was inundated and exhausted

resting in rain and shade

full of fear that thunder could shake

and split the earth i grew from



but, always harboring faith,

i grew



it started with a sense of ease

and ended with a shout

in celebration



now my only storms

are joyful tears

quenching earth