Tumbleweed
Once in a while, there comes a friend.
That stops the drifting, starts the mend.
My roots begin, to find the earth.
Instead of dying, I think of birth.
A tentative smile, grand dreams to plan.
Coming alive slowly, as a man.
Painfully, I discard the shell.
My feelings have, been protected well.
A minute passes, a day, a week.
I've opened up, allowing all a peek.
Strength renewed, long I've slept.
Blindly forgetting, why I wept.
Ready to be, whole again.
Almost thinking, I can win.
The moment comes, I am exposed.
And far in the distance, the wind grows.
Fragile standing, to face the gust.
Knowing better, but try I must.
The fight might last, or be done in a flash.
But always my heart, is burnt to ash.
The wind takes hold, the flames sear.
Inside my shell, with my tears.
Rolling on, to spread my seeds.
A tumbleweed, knows only needs.