Plant

It all started out so small,
So innocent and fragile.
This one tiny seed,
Being planted in the ground.
A single little bit of hope,
Buried beneath a dream.
Nourished by the water if faith,
Then fed by the light of promise.
It looked as though,
The future of the young,
And vulnerable form of life,
Was going to be nothing but blue skies,
And smooth waters.
Little did they know,
That would be quite the opposite.
For the course of this premature life,
Will soon be altered.
The irreversible event,
Will forever haunt,
The memories of those who,
Will be effected.
As the days go on,
Everything goes along,
Just as predicted.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Picture perfect conditions,
For a major catastrophe.
What happened here,
That dreadful day,
Will forever be remembered.
As there it sat,
Alone and ignorant,
The pathetic form of life.
Little did it know,
That it had just become,
A victim of despair.
Slowly it begins to creep,
This monster of remorse.
His cunning plan already in effect.
Little does this little plant know.
That it has played,
Right into the snare,
That will cause its own destruction.
Its already too late,
There is no turning back,
The damage has been done.
One choice left,
Mine as well.
Its time to continue on.
The path ahead does not seem fun,
But going back is worse.
The light ahead is very dim,
Details very vague.
Tiss impossible to even predict,
What lies in store.
But there comes a time,
When that first step must be made.
Only inches inside the dark abyss,
Confusion begins to fester.
Deep down inside,
One begins to question,
Why do I deserve this?
Am I really that bad?
The entire life story,
Then begins to play.
Hours of recollection,
Pondering,
And debating,
Trying to decide,
Whether or not,
These cards are well deserved.
However,
Who is there to determine,
What is fair,
Or not?