The weed that has grown within me
Should not be a surprise to those
Who raked the soil with their metal teeth,
Sowed seeds from a rotten supply,
Showered them with acid and spit,
Never expecting the roots to take hold
Or the burning leaves to see the sun
Tending to its needs with chipped nails
Picking off each individual pest
Stained fingers propping up the stem
Studying inch by inch, petal by petal
Persistent caution, overwhelm, neglect
Scrutinized instincts creating more seeds
Knowing the weed could wilt any day.
CZYTASZ
an idle mind ♡ poetry
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