In Certain Times

~ Audrey Blanco

In certain times of trial
A small flower grows
In the cranny of the heart
Where breath turns to stone.

The blossom hides behind the eye
Of all internal dreams
Where a secret consciousness
Plucks away the seams.

And there within a small difference,
Where nothing seemed to be,
Does not take notice of itself
‘Till of itself it’s always believed.