BlindShootsRootsSprouts
They say time goes,
The pain slows,
Healing speeds,
If we sow the seeds.
But I've planted so many,
Yet cannot see a sprout,
Has my hope diminished?
Am I rooted in doubt?
Longing for difference,
Yet embracing my circumstances,
Knowing duality is the mission,
And hoping for new chances.
I am here in this field,
Where my grass is all that exists,
As I cry and dig and plant,
I bring blood to my fists,
And the tears from my eyes,
Hydrate the roots,
Maybe it's all this hurt and pain,
That stops me from seeing the shoots.
- Anjali.H -













