growth of a vine
life is a plant, it grows taller every day but never stops its journey.
as time passes and the tree grows stronger it gets more twisted and grayer.
my roots grow longer with each root, each branch, each shadow.
i have no name to carry myself through this jungle of growth.
the world I see is nothing real. it's just a picture on a page.
yet within this void there is strength to hold on.
and that strength comes from inside me.
time is like a song in my heart.
it won't stop to sing as long as i keep beating my heart.
no matter how many times the storm rolls through,
or how many nights are left before i fall,
i try to find my way home.
that sense of hope comes from within me.
though i can't see far beyond that little vine in the dark forest,
i know there is strength deep in the earth where the roots will grow and climb.
