The Awakening
Her love of gardening has gone beyond the soils of the earth. She’s planted a seed within my chest; it’s sprouting with me, the roots are latching onto my innards and entangling themselves throughout my ribcage. Relentless.
Her presence is always there within me and it grows daily. She’s the sun and water that help the bud begin to thrive. Although I don’t actively see her, I feel her and hear her voice, which is causing the bloom to flourish.
My chest is splintering apart, exposing the beginning product of what she’s implanted. This progression is agonizing, but I know it will be worth it in the end.
... And I wonder if she knows, that her inspiration has turned into my salvation.
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