This is a poem reflecting my acceptance towards brokenness as a chance to grow.
Take my heart
Like soil
Break it down
And make me fresh
So seeds of life may be planted
In a place
Once dead
This poem was written in an incredibly emotional time of my life where I had to surrender my dreams to God and learn that growth can be a painful process.
My roots have been pulled at and tugged
as I attempt to go deeper into the soil prepared for me.
My flesh fights the aches and the pains
that make me question the place that I’ve planted my dreams.
Growing a seed takes great patience and faith
– endurance produces the fruit.
It ain’t fun feeling trapped in the ground,
wondering when and where is the daylight.
“Let me out” my heart cries.
But only when the seed is planted and buried does it ever see life.
