A piece of me,
withering,
was pruned
and planted in
new ground.
Like a seasoned seed
in the hands of a brown thumb
I have been none-too-gently
tamped down
into a
dark silence.
I will take what I can use
from this soil
and emerge as a
new and vibrant version
of myself,
but well-tended,
cared for,
and deeply loved.
Beyond Panic 