Urban Decay

I felt a flutter

A tiny heart part

A glimmer of the seed of confidence

Growing up through the cracks

Of the broken sidewalk of my soul

I tried to nurture it

Tried to help it grow

Shone sunlight on it’s tendrils

Watered it with tears of relief

But it expired in time

Like a child’s first goldfish

Neglected after excitement’s worn away

And now there’s just grey cracked cement

And hard-packed doubt underneath

Where a sprig of hope used to grow

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word prompt: glimmer