And So, It Begins

Written by Mark Johnson

Whatever it may reveal,

a swirl of pink possibilities

or profound regrets,

something unwritten

stirs and begins today.

I am the gardener,

watching petals fall away,

nurturing fractured earth,

tilling tired soil, waiting

impatiently for unlikely

roots to travel and grow,

wondering when tomorrow’s

blooms will unfold.

I will be there, careful

to grip true stems and

avoid piercing thorns

certain to draw blood

and test my resolve.

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