All is Well
Quitting begins new growth.
The garden of thorns was never meant to be.
I walk away and take my seeds with me.
In another plot, I let myself in to start again.
From my depths, I stretch up to meet the rain.
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