I’m waiting
warm and silent
the pain of the split is over
new shoots of life
wriggle through the cracks in me
reaching slowly
gently
carefully
into my surroundings
selectively seeking
that which will nourish
and protect
not needing the sun just yet
held in the comfortable darkness
the world above
a whispering future
I am ready but not anxious for
the sun
a reward
for the struggle behind me
a promise
of the days before me
but for now
I’m waiting
open and ready
patient and free
warm and silent