weeds                                                March 5, 2015
you would rob me of the seeds of hope
if it was possible to take them.
open your soul and i will plant them
the most untamable weed in the world.
a few drops from the eternal spring
and hope runs rampant with vines
pulling down fortresses
and flowering vibrant with life
always in bloom and seeding
growing roots invasive and pervasive
colonizing even rocky hearts
and thorny minds.

you may take away all i am and own,
but you shall never deprive me of hope.
it is all the food or armor
i will ever need to keep this old soul strong.
i would plant it everywhere
but most especially in you,
for faith and love are flat and thin
without hope supporting them.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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