All Over Again

Another blow and again 
I'm feeling the pain, 
though actually 
nobody hit me. 
One little seed began 
to develop its thorny bush 
Anxiety, 
uncertainty, 
and fear feed it like the sun, 
the earth, 
and water. 
The wounds that have just been 
healed begin to bleed again. 
One more little gleam of hope. 
Shielded, 
it's waiting for the time. 
To light fire once more.