Bridled by the unknown, by the fear.

I fear I tread to lightly on fertile ground

Mistakenly assuming the resistance to be had

My resolve weekend the more entangled it gets.

Too much? Too little? I think too late.

I long for birth, the new

Growth in every direction, pain and peace welcomed.

What will be sewn as we continue? Will it take root for harvest?

How my life would mean nothing without the fruit of it all.

Provide for me the nourishment to my barren ground.

Long have I wanted to cultivate this open territory.

To bear such wonderful life, that all will wonder

I have seen the fruit your capable of, oh the splendor!

Bless me with your roots, entangled around my heart.