Scared

I am scared

Used to be of the dark

The unknown

The never going to be

I had all of these dreams

All of these goals

An orchard full of hope

Blooming endlessly

No matter my care

The weeds grew abundantly

The insects ate bountifully

Then settled in the dust

A storm like no other

Roaring in like a God

Chipping away at leaves

Pounding down the limbs

The orchard began to fade

Until the day it ceased to exist

What was once filled with life

Now a field awaiting harvesting grace

In came the rain

Giving what it could

Soaking the ground

Feeding the earthly spirit

A sprig stood as a lonely soul

In the middle of the vacant valley

Fighting to spread its hope

Shining like a ray of sun light

No longer the field I had once planned

A growing journey with many curves

Flowers never seen

A vision unsure of

Now I stand in a garden

Smaller than I had once planned

Seeing fruition in different leaves

Colors of a different hue

Trying to grasp the new

Unwilling to let go of the old

Dead set on what I had planned

Realizing the higher power at play

Now I stand still scared

Still of all that unknown

But more of the new light seen

Letting things be other than what I wanted for me

~copyright 2012 smh~