It plunged down
into my soul
dimmed by hurtful rejections.
Deeper that seed went
to penetrate a heart
scorched by scepticism.

There it flourished
sheltered within
its own abject misery,
feeding upon a rich diet
of grey murky shadows.

One day it emerged,
struggled through a fog,
away from that cocoon of misery.
One scar remained
within that empty pod;
a scar of wavering uncertainty.