I
have a
seed inside of me,
it tells me when things
are wrong. It sits in the pit
of my stomach, and alerts me
when there is a problem. My stomach
will clench, my heart will race, a cold sweat
breaks on my brow. When I listen to this seed
its grip will ease, but only if I do what it says.
People tell me it’s not healthy, to keep this seed
Inside of my stomach, that tells me what to do.
But how do you get rid of something with roots?
Over the years, this seed has sprouted up toward
my mouth. There are times when it speaks for me.
There are times when I choke on its verdant leaves.
This scares me more than anything, that I’ve come
to rely on this thing that uses my tongue, but it’s
never steered me wrong. It’s smart, this seed of
mine; it senses things with its roots before I can.
With trembling hands and trepidation, I have
started to prune its leaves. I have begun
to reach inside myself and control
the growth of this lifelong
companion.
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