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WITHERS
LANDSCAPE OF MY GARDEN
PT.1
To be consumed by the commotion of a conversation, that is perceived as ill willed, is contradictory to my inner beliefs.
I am grateful for the gardeners of my soul. Whether they planted a weed to dull the leaves of my giving tree. Or graciously nurtured the eminent roots girdled in place.
A vacuous mind as I began to emerge,still falters on the misconception that I am without a home for my soul.
I say farewell to the self riotous pirates, who to this day want me to wither away like a malnourished seedling. Rid yourself of the need of me, to be your succulent of greed or grief.
Either be present in my ultraviolet light, to reach for a higher ground, or stay within the weeds of my soul and die a death of starvation, that I will no longer be the reasoning that you give yourself, that it is ok for you to fertilize your hate..
PT.1
To be consumed by the commotion of a conversation, that is perceived as ill willed, is contradictory to my inner beliefs.
I am grateful for the gardeners of my soul. Whether they planted a weed to dull the leaves of my giving tree. Or graciously nurtured the eminent roots girdled in place.
A vacuous mind as I began to emerge,still falters on the misconception that I am without a home for my soul.
I say farewell to the self riotous pirates, who to this day want me to wither away like a malnourished seedling. Rid yourself of the need of me, to be your succulent of greed or grief.
Either be present in my ultraviolet light, to reach for a higher ground, or stay within the weeds of my soul and die a death of starvation, that I will no longer be the reasoning that you give yourself, that it is ok for you to fertilize your hate..
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