Here Is To New Beginnings And Broken Hearts

Planting a seed
doesn’t
guarantee a tree
Sometimes when you plant a seed
all you get are little flowers
Praying to God
doesn’t
give you a miracle
sometimes when you pray to God
all you get are lessons.

Love is much like that, I’ve learned. 

During the years
I’ve only known destruptive love
the kind that kills
you
little on the inside.

yet still
I let him plant his little seed
In my deserted garden of broken hearts and dead poetry.
A tree was not strong enough to grow
but the seed grew a small plant
I now call hope. 

the beginning of a forest, when a miracle was given. 

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