Wet Soil 🌀 (An Original Poem)
Engulfing rivers of hate, ever-dragging weight,
Chilling shivers of anger, worsening our fate.
Through these lucid scenes, of my waking dreams,
I resist and persist, against these screaming streams.
‘Cause everything I loathe, was made just for me,
Every choice I chose, setup this test to see,
Where exist the limits, of my will and morality,
To develop the skills of my individual, in plurality.
When I finally understood, all this pain is for good,
Still present but slowed, was the flood in my blood.
With practice, over time, the mud-waters sweetened,
I began to reflect and accept, this sense then strengthened.
Fear turned to thanks, as I advanced in the ranks,
And now, willingly cleaned, the waters recede.
But this pool please leave, the ritual to use as I need,
So to this truth will I cleave, that the Tree of Life, is the deed-seed,
Planted and wetted by me…
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nice poem @inphiknit :D
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