Growth

The words balanced precariously

on the tip of my tongue.

The confession rolled out

As gently as a wrecking ball.

The wait was almost

Too unbearable to endure.

I counted the seconds

Until he answered.

But he looked at me

With those lovely eyes

And said that he

Feels exactly the same.

A little plant called Joy

Sprouted in my heart then.

He smiled and my soul

Soared high off to The Heavens.

Another plant called Hope

grew in my brain.

He pulled me to him

and the world slowed.

The sun shone in,

Making my limbs teem with life.

A plant named Balance

Popped out of my elbow,

A tree called Courage

Rooted in my lungs,

And Happiness planted it's seeds

Into my veins.

Love could now find nutrients

In this wasteland of a person.

Together we'll water the plants

Inside both of us

And we'll make up for

The cloudy days without rain, too.