The Seed

Sometimes you have to wait in the dark For what seems like forever

Stuck Certain no progress is being made, not even a little growth

Nothing seems alive You, least of all

It doesn’t even feel like waiting, truth be told, Since waiting implies an end in sight — and you haven’t seen one of those in ages.

You’re sure you’ve been abandoned Forgotten It seems as though your own soul may have deserted you

But then one day A day you didn’t think would come —

The smallest of cracks appears

Then the crack turns into an opening

Then the opening a breaking free.

Maybe it was the way the sun hit, or how the rain fell or how the planets aligned or maybe something deep within you simply knew: NOW


But it’s not just that you’ve come back to life You’re different.


The life within you feels humbler, since you know you know less now. And more grounded, since your roots were growing deep all this time.


There was something happening, you understand now something profound in that slow and tedious germination.


It’s a miracle, isn’t it? How even in the longest and most brutal of winters, thousands of seeds are plotting

a most magnificent spring.


-Leyla Aylin


Originally posted on Facebook here.


Art by Shanna Trumbly