The Weeds Of My Mind The beginnings of the unknown and the corners of my mind I am preparing to leave to face the unknown on a new journey like stepping off the corner of the street. the seedling urged its way from the darkness of the black into the dim of light. I will begin to fight for my life growing, beginning, opening up to life I met the hand that rocked the cradle. ~ Composed by Pacifica Poets Vancouver, BC March 20, 2005 Back to the Adults Page Home