#5 weak

If I am weak,

then there is more room

for you to pour through,

water through my desert,

rain over the

dry riverbed of my soul,

and in its wake

the miracle of tiny buds,

blooming all over this desert,

hidden gifts bought to life

by water,

and it makes me think,

if I am weak,

then it is to my gain,

because why would I want

to live this life without you?

Published by lizpike

Elisabeth Pike is a writer and designer. Voice at the Window, a collection of 100 gratitude poems written during lockdown is out now. Circles: Nurture and Grow your Creative Gift was released in April 2019. Her prints and books are available at https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleBirdEditions. She lives in Shropshire with her husband and four children.

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