An Imboc Seed – A Poem

There is a light

that is growing within me.

It comes from a seed I planted there,

inside the caverns of my skin

and the mountains of my mind.

I can feel the warmth from

the warm glow starting to find

all of the nooks and crannies

of my body,

the deep and barren parts of me,

My fingers ache to feel the light

tingling in their tips.

I pull my hands into fists,

then release my fingers

so that it looks as if they are growing

from soil of my bones.