Growth

The walls are strong,
and seem warm and unending,
the heart is pained,
with no intention of mending,
the mind is deep,
with its rafters filled with thought,

Do you think that you, alone, can elude being caught?

The eyes are steady,
with a certain stillness instilled,
The face is willed,
bound with want and covered in lines that are filled with zeal.

You are alone.
A seed,
alone in the dirt.

But that seed will grow into a beautiful thing,
Radiant,
A tree, one with the earth.





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