Stems...

Loosened screws to hinder the carpet ride,

I digressed from celebrating my doings,

An automatic moon laid out before my manual blindness,

I never chose to lay stagnant but the water needs to flow,

Dying before living has rendered me uninspired,

A strain to catch the last grain of my former self,

This shell is too small and I could use the room,

Growth is pointless without the ability to bloom,

Washed out hands leave the soapy water bland,

Where did my grit go?

Where’s that edge?