Complete
(I felt empty
But no more I sense the hole,
A feeling of loneliness,
Had coaxed my heart,
To the beauty of hope.)
The greenness of my earth,
Was dwelling in the shadows,
Like the late winter's night,
My path to love was veiled,
By disbelief.
My insight was lost,
Looking for the answers in the
light,
Unaware of the flickering flame,
That was lit in the dark,
Bright.
I went looking for the pearl,
In the depths of the ocean,
Bewildered by its vastness,
I stopped my search,
Oblivious of the pearl being
guarded,
By an ugly shell,
Lying unseen in the waters,
Yet floating in the shallows.
I walked the garden barefoot on
the grasses,
Trying to relish the softness
beneath my feet,
Unknown of the slits,
Which were caused by the rough
gravels,
Along my path.
The blood that poured,
Highlighting the rail,
Towards the blooming marigolds,
Which I travelled.
While picking the marigolds,
My eyes rested upon,
The single thornless red rose
blossomed.
Fascinated by its beauty,
I forgot about my dismay,
And went to collect it.
A single dew drop rested upon
its petal,
And the aroma felt rejuvenating,
The dew drop was like my
unfound pearl,
Also the flame in the dark that
was flickering.
I looked in the dew drop with
careful eyes,
And it was like a small mirror,
I could see my reflection looking
back at me,
A sudden recognition calmed all
my fears.
I was being embraced,
By the gulf of pleasant air,
And the earth sent ripples of joy
from beneath.
I could hear the birds singing of
love,
And the sky blessing me from
above,
And the freshness of the
approaching spring,
I could breathe.
The beauty of the rose,
Had beautified my barren land.
A sense of contentment,
Washed all over me.
The gaping hole in me was filled
with hope,
And I was at last complete.
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