Seeds of sadness grow into joy
But only when planted.
I could horde these seeds
Pile them
Store them
Count them
Allow them to fill my heart
They could last forever
But there is another option.
I choose to plant each seed
I dig a hole in the earth
Place the seed within the mother's womb
Cover the sadness gently
Releasing it to grow into something more.
I come back to water it often
Allowing my tears to nurture the new life that is beginning.
As the joy grows
It becomes strong
It no longer needs my tears to grow.
Now this new plant stands before me
A thing of beauty
It gives me shade, flowers, fruit.
My seeds of sadness
Have become my garden of joy.
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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