"In that dark place, seeds..."

A response to a writing prompt (the title of the poem below) from Writing from the Soul website.

In that dark place, seeds...

In that dark place, seeds make a choice:
to wither and die
or
to expose themselves:
oh!  the pain of emerging
from the hard shell of protection,
oh! the difficulty of finding
the path through constricting pressure
of earth,
the overwhelming blackness;
oh! the need
to reach ever downward to Earth's core,
to reach ever upward to never-seen but promised Light,
stretched and stretching,
encompassed yet pushing,
trapped, yet almost unknowingly
moving.

An inner urge,
an incessant Voice animates desire:
"Keep pushing! Keep stretching! Keep reaching!"
Life propels what once appeared life-less.

Until that moment when,
breaching the surface of earth, of Earth,
Green shoots, blades, leaves, blooms--
Fulfilling destinies
written in seed records of eternity--
They are
Seeds no more.

Copyright © 2014 by Vicky Lynn Macchione

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