A multitude of them
Impressions and questions, woven
Making up the fabric of who I am
of who I am becoming.
Who am I becoming?
Internal spaces, once so vacant
I now discover, dissect and nurture
Wishing I could explain but these movements are too latent
to be revealed in this world through pen and paper
Things are moving within, they’re dancing
to a song which I unravel more each day
Wishing I could understand but there’s no words to say
The seed has been planted and its roots are growing
The flower is rising, its stem starts showing
This is the wait for summer to unfold
to reveal the colors of this journey yet untold
and finally harvest what has been worked on so hard
Transforming a field into a vineyard
Surely, soon these inner walks will sprout out into the world
This is my flower, toiling to uncurl