It rained last night.Inundating my soul.
Somehow it managed to penetrate so deep.
To wash 'it' all...
And sprouts this morning in me,
This life.
Innocent, tender and green.
And I am changed.
I had never in my life felt this before.
This 'tender life' in me, I had never realised or seen...
This tender 'life'.
Is not for prudence to smother.
Is not for any past or 'those people' to bother..
This life.
Is to grow...
To breathe, to bloom, to survive.
This 'life' is to set me free.
It is to tell me that I AM ALIVE...
