I grew from a seed
Earth, sun, mother.
Chaos, consciousness, order.
There was nothing
Until there was
In a mere moment
A warm burning energy
consuming all previous space.
The passion of birth, order and life.
This new reality,
Eating away at the corpse
of last nights idea of me.
A new energy ignited
And set me free
From a suffocatingly hard shell.
Today my stem is straight,
Since last night
Soft green met an unmoved abyss.
There was resistance within
To change.
Layer upon layer.
Grime, filth, dust
Covered my head, my body.
Until finally I broke through.
Peeking out I saw the world
With fresh green eyes
From earth's warm blanket.
Life above the soil is cold.
Some nights the rain pours.
I bare it alone.
Letting droplets wash over me
cold, abrasive, uncomfortable.
The discomfort is almost unbearable.
Some days
I want to wilt away.
Let my corpse become compost
to the forest floor.
But I let myself grow.
leaves unfurling, stem extending.
Blossoms blooming.
Radiating, vibrant, full of life.
///Thanks for reading :)
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
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Comments (4)
Another absolutely beautiful piece 💜
So nicely captured, Meg! I'm left with one question: what plant is it? From what I gathered: you mentioned the forest floor (not a rose then), unfurling leaves (not a pine), the blooming bossoms (not a ginkgo tree), and it that it has a hard shell. My guess would be that it's a walnut:D
Wonderful 💚💥😉💯📝👍
Wowowow. Meg. You never cease to amaze me with your powerful use of the English language. There are far too many great lines to pick up, but the whole piece is just amazing - powerful and emotive.