Wayward

In my hands, I hold thee
of earthly matter and muddy.
Thy life emanates to be free
from the bound that wraps thy body.

For what thy desire to seek
the source to live, the key.
And so when anchored deep
begins a slow journey.

Thy growth towards the light
the roots upon the water.
The leaves to take the food
the stem strength to cater.

Reaching high yet wayward
the branches intertwined.
For what's left and unattended
becomes problem indigned.



A child that was brought
seemed purposely created.
To great extent taught
with guidance, love, appreciated.

But the little child without a rule
no light to seek and follow.
Faced a life of ridicule
all paths, twisted and narrow.

To let it be, to let it go
to ignore, to give up, surrender.
Is to reap what you sow
creates a life that's endanger.

For regrets are made at the very end
when a soul wanders, defenseless.
Nip the bud around the bend
realize, wake thy senses.