Focused like a laser beam
Is my vision for the future
And all the love
Of friends and lovers
Is not enough to keep
Me from my greater lover
The sea of humanity
And what I can feel
Of and from them.
They hunger for the
Spark I carry in me,
Like fertile ground
Starving for seed, sun,
And water.
From them grows the
Most tenacious weeds
Of fear
Sucking the nutrients
Of the soul…
But the acorn doesn't care
Nor is concerned
With their presence
For their death
Will bring nutrients
For the mighty oak
To emerge.
It's will to live
To seek the light
And love of the sun
Calls its chute
Through the soil
And the choking
Roots and vines
Of fear
That have gripped
Our individual
And collective lives.