I watered myself weekly
Still my leaves drooped with hurt
So, I purchased the latest plant food
And sprayed its drops in my dirt.
I nourished myself regularly
Still my green shoots turned gray
So, I purchased the sharpest shears
And clipped all the bad parts away.
I manicured myself doggedly
And my stem remained sterile
So, I purchased a colorful pot
And hoped new mix would make me fertile.
I altered myself somberly
And my plant would not sprout
So, I moved myself to a different window
And wished that light would outshine doubt.
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Author:
Melissa Dennis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be done "working on myself."
- Category: Reflection
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Great poem... I understand it. Our roots reach farther than we can see...
Clever in both concept and wording this poem conveys the use of what one has under their control to make themselves better and when all else fails uses light be that knowledge, truth, or just symbolically the shining part of a God or higher power to overcome any doubt. Very nicely done
Sometimes as humans we beat ourselves up a little too much.
Every morning, tell yourself It's going to be a great day, get out and walk or run and the new you will appear.
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