Treasure Island

Daleen Enslinstrydom

(25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Spring


I fold the leaves open
that still does cover me,
push through the layer of ground
where I have been comfortable.

I stretch myself to the outside,
to reach for the sun again,
I breathe in the air
that I have missed for so long

and now I grow on stored power,
reaching out again
and reach towards the sun once more
to feel every ray of it.

I see the morning
that I have hoped for
and when the leaves of winter
finally lets me go
I am free to live again.

When it rains softly around me,
the drops fall on my soul
causing spring and flowers to bud from me,
to later grow to full maturity.

Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 21, 2013

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