A Ridiculously Detailed Metaphor About Plants

Vines grow

Moving slow

Extending

To spaces

They never

Would have

Dreamed before.

Reaching limbs

Further each day

From their center,

Yet somehow

Closer to

What feels

Like home.

Filling space

Outside themselves,

Do you think

They get

Closer

Or further

From where

They’re meant

To be?

Are they

Ever scared

When they

Begin to

Outgrow

The only

Vessel they’ve

Ever known?

Did they worry

For their

Knotted roots,

Out of fuel

And reaching

For more

Substance

To cling to?

Do they

Feel pain

Letting the once

Beautiful

Parts of

Their soul

Wither away

To make room

For new growth?

Or is there

No fear

Or pain

At all?

Just faith

In futures

Yet revealed

So they just

Let

Themselves

Grow?

Maybe I’ll

Just let

Myself

Grow.