Fulfilment

At first, I did not see
I was deaf in my blindness
Ignorance consuming me
Base in who I was
Th e four walls of my brain boxed me in

Yet a ‘root’ only needs nourishment to grow
So, I grew to be me
The synergy of which. multiplies on and on
To this exciting thresh hold, that is now!

I face you on my page
To share this little bit of me
A poets gift!
Ponder deep my friend, there be no end to growth within