What Then?
February 15, 2022
I used to believe that I was the gravel of the earth
Unmeaningful and useless
Years and fucking years of distain
And dislike for this vessel called my mind
Stomping on the gravel until its rooted into the soil
And taints the life growing
Then questioning ¨Why, oh why, are my flowers not growing?¨
I wish I had no excuse for this but that fact I had so many reasons
Hurts me even more
It makes me angry that there are
Why can’t it be simple?
Sunlight and water will insure growth
But what if there are still pieces of gravel
Prowling around at the roots
Taunting them
What then?
What then?
What then?
What
Then?