Green Thumb

A Poem by Chenin Marie

My seed was planted next to yours

and as we sprouted

our stems intertwined

We grew like this

naturally

But my petals began to wilt

And no matter how hard I tried to grow

towards the sun

Alone

It did not matter

because I was anchored down by roots

Stuck in soil

I thought was home

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Added on April 20, 2017
Last Updated on April 25, 2019

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