The Re-birthing of a Wildflower
In my hour of darkness
Curled in the detritus of the past
Along a forgotten road,
A place so forlorn and empty
No light could possibly penetrate it,
I emerge from a field of hopelessness
Into the lightness of dawn.
Born of a windblown seed
Out of the blackness of the earth
On the night of my becoming
Unfolding tiny leaves
A pale and fragile thing
Lifting it´s head to the stars.
Unseen and unnoticed
By travelers passing by
Hidden among the vestiges
Of past delights,
Candy wrappers, cigarette butts,
Old shoes and plastic bags,
A weed unfurling from it´s nest
Into a beautiful flower.