I AM ALOE.
But not alone.
I can be neglected, isolated, and numb.
My thorns will pierce your skin, although I am weak.
I am a plant that survives given any condition. You slice my limbs to drain me dry
You bury my body to dissolve my cries
Leave me in the soil for 200 years and the earth will comfort me.
Toss me in the sea of bliss and watch it carry me
No water, No sunlight, No energy to my soul. My flourishing body my remains, at your beckon call.
I still live with fragile roots never dead inside.
I only lack attention.
Just a little love.
Maybe my arms are tired
from reaching for sun.
1 WEEK is 7 DAYS and I talked to everyone
from the morning to the night my fight is never done.
Is it dew or is it tears they're all the same inside
My base is solid, firm and sturdy... my color now resides
The color of life, a true story, weaved with all the lies.
I am ALOE... I save people
Why are they not saving me?
It is a purpose, not a deed, the things I am meant to do.
Chop me down.
Rip me up.
Do I feel good on you?
About the Creator
Tripp Any Where
Thinking became too much, so I started writing. Bio still in progress ........
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