Seed

Like a seed, thoughts take control of us,

Consuming us of every inch of greatness, belief, faith

But they won’t take our dignity

Like seeds, we choose what to water, what to neglect,

But that is far from easy when we detect pain, the insecurity that stems so far down within us, that we are blinded to the point it is a part of us.

 

Like a seed, we can choose where we want to grow,

Where we want to be seen, far above the soil,

Far above what we really are.

But everything around us doesn’t make us.

It is what lies inside of us

What hides so deep into our hearts, our soul that nothing can take that away,

That glimpse of hope, love, passion and light we hold so tightly because we are just like that,

Seed who is fighting through its environment to become what HE/SHE wants to become and sees

But that the problem, what do we see?

are we our own limitations?

Or are we just, seeds.

 

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