The Farmer

The silent and unknown,

you think would hurt the most.

But what you already know,

revealed is your ghost.

Covering intentions deep within,

the arduous battle erupts again.

Truth brings pain, but always leads,

to the reflection of where the oak planted its seeds.

Discovering what holds unspoken power,

and to shed what does not.

Beliefs evolve, to serve my deepest thought.

To move on seems unrelenting,

but to my own soul, I am repenting.

Lighter days lie ahead,

sparkling, gleaming, glory,

I envision radiating out to the world, from my head.

Reaping the futile seeds from the field,

I plant dreams, hopes, and visions, to be revealed.

Life is a reflection of the inside looking out,

from the mere perspective of the sprout.