Inner growth

   What do I do with love now?The seed that had been planted a summer agoNurtured and fed words of passion and trustDelicate tendrilsUnfolding towards the light.Such hope, such energyWas always overshadowed bySuburban hedges nurturing smaller livesGive me the open space to grow!Rooting deep,Deep within the dark brown tomb of earth.Resting , dormant, dead from the outside.Living within awaiting to blossom