Grounded
A weekend of filled time
that was good for my soul
Improving my outlook
being the main goal
Replenishing the bare spots
and filling each hole
I had everything that I needed
and I was ready to roll
One hundred wheel barrows.
A shovel. And a rake.
Knowing what I hoped to get done.
And what it might take.
Putting my pride and persistence
behind the improvements I make.
I feel exhilarated and alive,
despite all of this ache.
I was looking for level ground
after some rough terrain
Putting down more roots of my own
and hoping they will sustain
Confident that all my hard work
will be well worth the pain
I expect to see some sunshine
after a few days of rain
Three yards of soil.
And two of stone.
I have done the groundwork.
And I will make this my own.
I feel an intense satisfaction
from just the effort alone.
These seeds may be newly planted,
but I have already grown.
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