All I once feared
sprinkled over and throughout
Apparent wasteland
Hidden under stone
and crevices
both shallow and deep
Places I dared not visit
with their putrid stink
Yet I have found
that the soft showers
and torrential downpours
of my emotional storms
can be enough
to wash away
old ghosts
and bring to life
even the most barren landscape
And in the shadows
of the tall oaks
that have grown
all I once feared
seems so
small
indeed.
