Unleashing potential

Soul patch

I started with a small plot of land,

inherited it, really

The soil soon became dry, cracked and brittle,

devoid of nutrients

Over time the surface became strewn with crushed beer cans, bottles long since drained of their contents,

the simple detritus of every day life

Beneath the ragged crust worms churned and twisted seeking sustenance where there was none, seeds’ prayers to germinate went unanswered.

I started with a small plot of land,

battled it fiercely

At times the sun beat down upon it, the heat violent, unrelenting, without mercy

nothing could find purchase

Before long the frost came, savagery took root, the hyenas cackles echoed throughout the night

until there was only surrender or fight.

I started with a small plot of land,

survived it, mostly

With time, stubbornness punched itself out, evil slowly acquiesced to goodness,

a dim light emerged

Eventually the aperture opened, the soil got tilled, new sources of water were found,

the unnecessary got thrown away

Maybe, just maybe, something can grow here.

 

 

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