Droplets Forever Alive

I’d like to garden

My own heart,

To pull the weeds of sadness

And hate

From the foundation

I sprout from,

To plant seeds of hope

And inspiration

Into the soft ground of my love

That I’ll water with the relationships

Poured into my palms

By other hands with their dreams

Crusted beneath their nails,

To nestle in bulbs

Blushing pink with pride,

With the windburn of laughter

And the scorch of smiles shining,

Letting them burrow into the glands,

Sinking in their roots

And letting them intertwine

With my soul,

Eventually sprouting,

Blossoming next to the waterfalls

That keep me alive,

Their plump,

Fulfilled petals

Glistening with dew and mist,

The droplets once given to me

That will never be completely absorbed,

No matter how dusty the floor gets,

Because my heart

Will forever be alive.