I'm Questioning...

I’m questioning
What’s yet to be
Revealed.
I’m on a journey
In my heart and
In my mind.
My feet are
Bloodied
From miles of
Walking alone.
Searching
Wondering
In what should be
Left untouched
At the moment.
The gravity’s strong.
My flesh is weak.
And my soul is grounded.
I’m not moving.
I’m a seed without water
A dead plant without light
When I idle
Intentionally
I bring deaths
View in my eyes.
So the winds blow
The ground shakes
Fresh air expands my
Dry lungs.
And the cries of
Stragnant life have
Been heard.
But when will movement
Prevail?
When will change
Take place?
When will this hope
Blossom in the field
I’m standing in,
Waiting eagerly
For some color
In the black and white?
I’m questioning
What’s yet to be

Revealed.