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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