Photo Courtesy:  Maria Ellen Photography

Little succulents and the glow

I wrapped my fingers round it

And choked the magic out

All because of hurried pace

In the here and now

The light that shone

Lost some of its glow

When I spent my days

Crafting for show

Fragile, worn and unaware

Nothing grows right overnight

And with these feet, I try to walk

Upon the path that’s most bathed in light

I expected my return

to unfold without much labor

And I have given more than I should

to those who did not return the favor

Love is lost on those who grip

with nothing underneath

Words hold weight

Even if you use them too freely.

~lme