Garden

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

I find comfort 
in tending to my garden,
mud beneath my nails,
coaxing the seeds
of my redemption to life;

I am a wildflower in bloom,
fronds unfurling,
a whisper of intent upon verdant leaves,
my emotions vibrant;

I allow myself to grow freely,
feral petals against 
patient stem,
unfettered yet grounded,
my roots reaching beneath rich soil;

I cannot flourish in any other way,
and when you try to 
temper my growth,
I may wither away. 

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