Emotionally, I began here
a damaged magic bean,
shriveled inside,
hiding a lifetime
of lies,
buried in dirt,
soaked in the dew
of nocturnal eyes.
Finally,
the magic happened.
I sprouted
a shaky stem,
took a peek in the light,
peeped truths
from inside,
withstood the winds,
reached blindly for the sun,
now sturdy and stable
in the sky.
Even a magic stalk,
perhaps,
cannot withstand
all the trials
inevitable in life,
but with something to
finally hold on to,
roots-in-earth,
now that I finally am
taking stands,
metamorphising
into a new life,
from this height,
I can see
a future
filled with dreams
igniting like wildflowers
bright and sprightly
with no trodden paths,
a new land,
like the one
enshrined in my
heart and mind’s eye
long, long ago,
once upon a time…
Laura Denise 