~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Seeds, sticks, sparks and carved hearts

Seeds can become poisonous weeds,
or bright fruitful blooms,
sticks can be broken in half,
or provide shelter and support the growth of many leaves.
Sparks can turn into consuming flames that burn to the ground in their wake,
or keep us warm and alight the path through a fog,
and we each carry our unique heart that may crack or shatter,
and it still sustains us, whether we are aware of its beat or not.

Whenever I write,
I am mindful,
to stay optimistic,
and now I will tell you why.
It does not mean that pain and I,
are not well acquainted,
or that I have not lived with it,
I just choose not to let it rule my daily life.

Oh, it is true, I was there and only nineteen the night,
that he found her on the floor,
and I am finding it hard to write more about that,
words fail me now or perhaps this failure is mine.
I mean, you get the picture, don’t you?
Although she tried, I am happy to say,
she is still here with us today,
and I have not seen her lately, she has a part of me.

So much has happened in my life since that moment,
and sometimes it feels overwhelming,
when I am holding a pen,
to face any of it over, over and over again.
It is no secret, we are only human,
and I think I want to go back a line to move the word only,
because not only have we survived,
I have discovered I am always mindful enough to find our guiding lights.

Seeds, sticks, sparks and even carved hearts,
do everything they can to thrive,
and the only way to make you notice them,
is to write with my focus on the miracle of every form of intelligent life.
We are one, from tiny flowers to tallest trees,
elemental fire ignites with the same air we all breathe,
and as some choose to feed the carvers attempting to destroy us,
I choose to grow gratitude for every hearts’ endless capacity to love and adapt, no matter what happens.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski