Finding my voice

Two glasses of wine, a sheet of paper and a pen. This is the result: 

The Gardens of Possibility

Digging deep

I touch the Earth, rich and dark

I feel my heart beat

Through my fingers

As the soil slides through open palms

Moments alone, yet alive

Dreaming of a tenderness

How we long to be known

A deep knowing

That goes beyond knowledge

The seed deeply planted

Embraced on all sides

By Mother Earth

Sprouting, reaching for the sky

Oxygen, sunshine, and water

From on high.

Free of the disease

Mind following the heart

Eyes reflecting a new life

Hope beyond the present

Where I have been toiling

In the gardens of possibility.