I am a blighted leaf.
At best, I could not stay for long
where sun and shade are gleaming.
If I was whole, and green with strength,
the root's life through me streaming,
had spent my time inhaling sun
to build up life around me,
I soon would dry and crumbled be,
return to humus readily,
having given it my all.
But I, I am a blighted leaf,
with doubts and dire infirmity
having somehow taken hold of me,
it stunts me and it binds me.
Yet here's the sun.
And I will let its gentle rays,
its burning rays,
shine through me as it finds me.
-HJ