one trick pony

sometimes a seed
finds the fertile earth
not to wither or cower
not to dry in it's own sorrow
turning the soil bitter
with each rise of the sun
and each closing of the eyes

sometimes the eye
sees not what is before it
green-filmed and jaded
forever questioning the what-ifs
with why-nots and cant's
because stepping forward
is an unbearable task

sometimes the days
pass for a reason, unseen
led with the illusion
that our steps were placed with purpose
hearts leading us along
to the dead end we called ours
before the green consumed you

sometimes the end
consuming as the beginning
shedding skin and soul alike
in layers, only to find the toll
higher than you could muster
given the bar you were asked,
by this one trick pony, to leap