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Growing
I am sorrows food and drink
Consumed by every thought I think
Upon fill
A gag
Bile meets sink
Empty again pushing to brink

I linger in pipe
Letting my self-pitty ripe
Missing now the comfort of tripe
Every word on my lips spits a gripe

The song of your breath
A loving tune
Sets seed in my soul
I foster it's bloom

Perspective shift

I am not filth but soil
Ignoring mirth and focused on toil
Any strech can be garden
With love
And light
And softened sight

What fruit should bare
When given cherished care
A sweet nectar sent fills the air
Flowering the self
A triumph so rare


I will climb as ivy vine
I need only a support to call mine
As we intertwine
A thought devine

If it's not too much
Still yourself
Let us root and grow together in time


© Artemis' Arrow