Sunday, December 31, 2023

pansy poet.

Why? I did not want to answer why,
or when, or how either.
Because my answer is just discomfort.
It is the only way I grow and learn.
And the grass was not greener
on that other side, 
it was just as stiff, dry, and grey. 
The lush lime and rich avocado
was always just shadow play. 
So I grow and learn through hurt,
The grass is greener,
not just where I water it, but 
where I was planted to begin with.

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