Sapped sapling sprouts

An endless pit, thought it fell
Into cold void of darkness
Rock bottom it wasn’t
Yet bottom did it feel

Light at the end of the tunnel
Did give hope
But things don’t stay fair
The light dimmed, then faded

And wouldn’t you have guessed
It did go away altogether

Back in the dark womb
Numb to what surrounded
A thought occurred
Could it get worse?

Up above many a thing intrigued
As it echoed down below
In the unknown
So close yet so far

Then something did penetrate
Hope.It may not have been.

Little by little did it trickle
A drop now and then
Resistance first, acceptance later
When you can’t fight back - soak it in.

Accustomed now, expecting no more
A shove, a push…
Had the time arrived
Was the reawakening at hand?

False hope lifted up
Joy short lived
Back to the womb
Of habituated darkness

An addition to the surrounding felt
Back to the unknown!
New obstacle to overcome
Not so pleasant may it be said

Time without measure did pass
Trickles, shoves and additions
Changes did appear, though not noticed
Well now does it really matter?

Stronger now to bear,
What used to hold down-Can no longer?
A shove, a push
Time will change fate

Liberation
A stone-heart, felt triumph
Out of darkness, yet toward unknown
A whole new surrounding to conquer

The past was; Darkness
A warm covering
Cold additions
And an Occasional trickle

The present;
Something stirred
Warmth covered, yet without a touch
The trickle heard, not felt

The trickle stopped,
it turned into a giggle

“Turn around mommy, the seedling has sprouted.
Doesn’t…her green...look... marvelous in the sun!”

Triumph the sapling-pondered.
Nurture it had found!