Monday, June 6, 2011


Has it been planted yet?
Will it grow if I nourish it?
If I relinquish fear and conquer madness,
can a blossom replace a weed?

Banished from my own garden,
Hidden by my own fears.
A seed harvested from deep within
will cultivate from tears.

This feeling deep inside my pit,
Burning, churning can’t rid of it.
A seed cannot be planted here,
for it will wither and die.
where then may I plant it,
for it to grow and thrive?

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