shattered, feeling broken again.
another hope broken, no need for rope
to pull the shards back together again.
the rabbit heart fears its truth
and believes in false gods that ignore
the sounds of crying babes;
believing they need to learn to be okay
without divine intervention or attention.
seeds of shame and doubt planted
early take root and sprout repeatedly.
validation sought in barrels of men;
unavailable again & again. unworthy
beliefs grow like weeds in the garden
only reinforced by waiting for tank
men to see the beauty that is within.
she now sees the very thing she seeks
is fodder for the ever growing weeds.
pulling weeds in the full moonlight,
throwing down new seeds under the
cover of a new moon’s night,
she casts a different vision of how
to make her garden grow.
chaos precedes organization…
once the old is shattered,
new life can be born.
here’s to another shoot rising!