Garden Bed

Thu, 02/14/2019 - 18:14 -- yasnz7

I stopped believing that the grass was greener on the other side the day I abandoned the needs of the seeds on my garden bed.

Doubts and insecurities were like weeds growing relentlessly.

Second-guesses and hesitance were holding me back from growing.

I picked myself apart,

I damaged the soft petals that gave my flowers power.

I put myself down and dug myself deeper.

Homegrown, I did not think I would ever achieve anything far from home.

But now I am here,

Claiming the soil that is mine.

I stopped fearing that I would not shine because of everybody else’s intimidating light.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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