Depression - Justice Is… A Seed Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

An ambient gleam a radiant light,
Comes filtering through the garden’s gloom,
Upon a seed snug in the ground,
Head peering up against the doom.

What seed is this that does awake
Against this old, unfertile ground?
Defying thoughts of ugliness,
Oh loneliness – that single sound.

Seed struggles on against the world,
Determined not to fail nor fall,
It reaches up to touch the light,
To take in air and rain’s pure call.

Slowly rising, levels up,
It beats the odds and starts to bloom,
Adds colour to the lifeless day,
Brings joy and love to fight the gloom.