I can only share with my companions.
Their seeds flourish with deep roots.
Their blossoms spread a fragrant vapor.
When I sow seeds in my heart, they wither.
I talked to a friend this morning.
I received hope and lost my fear.
Although alone, I am growing joyful.
I calm myself and wait.
I stay with people who love me.
I am quiet and finding happiness.
I begin to know my people.
We will laugh together again.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb
© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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