why can't our hearts stay open?
valves sealing and sliding back.
i want to be an ever-blossoming rose
spread wide and flourishing
sunlight my supporter.
i have earthy roots
wedged deep in the grass.
the harshest winds and rain
can try to tear me apart
but spring is coming again.
i found a shut valve today
and released it.
its feeling was immeasurable
and i blossomed again.
everyday it seems the world closes up
pellets of negative emotions
targeting our progression
i can't sit still in the earth
and take it anymore.
vines must grow and infiltrate
the gardens of the hopeless.
unselfishly spreading seeds of goodwill.
weeds will be lost in the process
this realization must be grasped.
crops will perish.
the mulch left rotting
will revitalize the beauty.
nothing worth anything comes easy.
in the end,
while standing tall alongside father oak
on the ruins of the past
layered thick in sprouts
of dreams to be reckoned,
we will clutch our weathered hearts
and understand that the pain
that had survived so long
in our love-deprived planet
was only a test.
and the universe, grand and just,
rewarded the conscious with collapse
and fresh dirt.
the seeds are being planted
and only the shit-storm we're facing
will nourish what is to come.
love will flow freely.
it will be our only language.
it will glitter the fields of tomorrow
with christ-like petals
on the flowers of our hearts.
we must only root deep in ourselves
and in faith and truth.
realization in full power.
awakening on the horizon.


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