Walking across leaf strewn lanes
the wind blows a soft gentle breeze
humming tunes as it clashed
with tree filled leaves.
Along the journey a leaflet is carried
on the shoulders of the wind
and planted in my path
Curious, I catch it and sit on a park bench
“When I was born, all hope was gone
Even before I rose, I was ignored
Love there was not for my little soul
And so I stayed for long in that mode.
Then one day, light dawned upon me
The light that grew within me
Surrounded me whole and covered me
Like iron doors
Illuminated in my own light, I realised
The hope and love I seek is inside
Inside of my own beating heart.”
In response to the prompt for Day 7.
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