I found a seedling in my soul
I realized I have not tended to
She waits for me,
So patiently, gently,
As if to say
“I’m ready to bloom when you are.”
She needs sunlight, she needs the front window of my soul,
The bay window, the one that gets the morning air.
She needs soil,
She needs my pen to paper, my slow thoughts,
My effort.
She whispers her dreams,
To stand tall, to grow into a fiery fern,
To give shade to all else,
To shelter the garden of my soul.
I tell her
“Be still.”
I tell her I see her,
I finally call her by name,
I tell her,
you will grow.
Beloved,
“Identity.”.
Rachel Leigh is a Law student, currently living in Johannesburg, South Africa. Poetry has always been a passion of hers, as well as other creative outlets such as singing and drawing. She is inspired by poets such as Rupi Kaur, who she believes capture emotion and depth so adeptly, and manage to still keep the integrity of her poetry.