And one day
You remember every
Seed he planted
Every gift He gave,
And you become
Brave,
Brave enough to write
Without anyone reading,
And spill your
Heartache on a page,
Brave enough to
Be an artist
And paint the sunsets
Of your soul
And the seeds grow,
they blossom
and you become
as beautiful
as He intended.

Copyright Hiraeth 2017