Necessary

I am waiting

like the small acorn

left behind and buried

in the barren earth of winter

waiting for

the warm rays of

springtime's sun to

open up my heart again with light

do we all

not close that

inner door when

daylight's scarce and night is long

how necessary then this test

to pause and stay within the heart's

perimeter and muddle through the aches

of our decisions past, that walk us through the labyrinth

there is no undoing

yet the years leave memories

with faded watermarks, blurring truth

sometimes, as the mind grows weary in the dark.

so come sweet light

add your colors softly painted

to this waiting canvas of my thirsty soul

and I will, like the acorn, part this earth and bloom again.

Joanne Cucinello      2013