seed

it will grow
from the soil of my madness
like a thought
At the bottom of a well
so hidden
from what is real

it will grow
from my mind
the roots of my life
written on the page of my hand
like the carvings on a lovers tree
like a ocean tide covering the sand

it will grow
for i will see it grow
into the beauty thats in release
the freedom that it wanted
and the art that it breathes