Cactus Blossoms

From the depths of my untapped thot/rose boiling vision/of how my soul has grown/birth to now/never one to bow/to the curveballs flying round every corner/and tick- tock, tick-tock/ the grandfather keeps time/telling of each sullen sentiment/ wounded moment/each breach/each../reach for a one better than the last/greater than what has gone past/and I make a sweet symphony from/my cries of victory/harmonizing with those wails of present and long forgotten misery/large music to match my mission/vision given to me at my inception/I still follow/willing slave to His plan/trusting that in His time/this cactus will blossom for me.