Green leaves and white blooms
sprouted from the blueberry bush
when I lost my confidence again—
the second time since August.
Back when I had started with youthful zeal,
taming wild creatures with fervor,
as if my success outside could tame
the beast I’d caged within,
since I was a little girl.
But it wasn’t the wild world
I should have feared,
but the ferals in my own home,
lurking there for years.
Nothing left but to clean up
another mess I've made.
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