Fallow

Fallow

9-17-13

 

Crawling through the slimy mud

dirt balling between each toe,

sometimes life crushes our hopes

dragging us deep down in sorrow.

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A leaf crunching into the mix

pine needles lie dead in a row,

fallen hard like an oak tree cut

broken arms arch up like a widow.

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Reaching the light in between shade

a sapling rises toward light to grow,

a forest will breathe again and again

feet anchored in rich soil far below.

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But darkness will foster mushrooms

poisonous they deadly foreshadow,

a life wasted knee deep in itself

reveals its hollowness and shallow.

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Rarely reaching a meaningful moment

the dark flow becomes an undertow,

don’t waste the time you have here

sitting in useless grime and fallow.

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Never give up or settle for darkness

life is too short to wallow below,

no matter how buried you feel today

God will still be there tomorrow.

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8 thoughts on “Fallow

  1. Sigh. I don’t know how to properly respond to you at times, Shards. I just hope all is well and that you are well. This poem has a knife attached to it. Digs deep.

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