Sprouted
A Poem
It was a glimmer of hope that sprouted inside of me catching me off-guard within the daily doldrums of this humdrum existence behind four walls and glassed windows looking out at a world rotating without us
It’s a very tiny glimmer but one that shines bright a small trajectory of light trying to transcend and become so much more while I use kindle to try to stoke it so it has at least a chance of becoming hope
It was a small idea that sprouted inside of me an act of mindfulness an aura of gratitude that made me remember that these sprouts were the beginning of something greater, the beginning of life
Maybe life is smaller now and dimly lit with broken bulbs and downtrodden hope but this tiny sprout still has wattage to spare and a will to burn until it’s so bright that it starts a fire
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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