the root of pure love
the root of pure love
the root of pure love
by Douglas Hardman
splish splash crash what would you do if you woke up outside covered in dew?not really knowing the truth what transpired here?
little did i know watering my roots would bring about growthreal growth am i really changing for the better? brush my petals gently creeping through the meadow of wanton promisesi glided effortlessly into new territorystemming from my trepidationsemergence and resurgencethe sunlight finally felt like home
i didn’t dare wash the mud off my handsit held the key to my true destinychanting incantations of self-love and SSRI’si levitated into a new realmwelcomed with open arms that were just minethis time, self-isolation was helpful
After three days, the world saw me againRefreshed and exhaustedAn eternal rest to awaken the sporesHowever, I still kept to myselfUnsure how long this could lastBecause even if it doesThis is for me
A freshly shaved bulbA spunky new outlookMy green thumb finally put to good useSowing the seeds of positivityCould you even believeThis is me?20+ years of sunless pollinationI look in the mirrorAnd try to believeFrom now onI am going to truly see