What started as flowers
are quickly becoming seeds,
brown and heavy on stalks
bent low to the earth.
I had a dream for my life.
It bloomed and withered
and left me laden with—
regrets, I thought, and fears.
For years the load I carried!
Until one day I found it
growing lighter on my shoulders,
and behind me a trail of seeds.
This poem is from my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name, which offers poems to meet you in every season of life.
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