All is Well
Quitting is good.
The garden of weeds was never meant to be.
I walk away and take my seeds with me.
In another plot, I let myself enter and start again.
From the depths arise new strength beneath the rain.
Alone feels fine.
I have the sun, the breeze, and a new day.
I cannot control what anyone else may say.
Still, the silence within feels fresh, not dead.
The future shines like a glimmering knife edge.
Change is hope.
Brokenness will realign and regain its stride.
The heart is meant to remain open, not hide.
When the weight and wait, the tears and tears
become blessings, then I am free from fears.
Age bends time.
All will spiral back to empower what was left.
The promise never forgotten; the will never slept.
Creation has been busy spinning its crystalline web.
When light returns, its meaning will manifest.
Alice W. Lee