Growth

The plants upon the table grow,
rising green and pink, they bloom.
The fish in the tank grow,
swimming animately, they know love.

I once thought I was too lost
to ever become whole again,
but with my fracture healing,
scarred but flexible, I grow, too.

My soul has been given to God,
my heart given to a growing man,
and by giving with love
instead of hiding with fear,
I've been granted a second chance.