Where I Grow

Buried in the soil 

Dense in rooted pain 

Courage, strength, and chivalry 

Trickle down like rain. 

An overflow of misery 

Afflicts the calming winds 

To cast away sweet dignity

A reckless storm begins. 

So far down 

Where nobody dare goes 

The sewers of our darkest soul

That is where I grow. 

The shadow we call Worthlessness

It follows, lingers, cries 

Is it there to drown the sadness 

Behind those stillborn eyes? 

Does it mask the certainty 

That routine brings abode? 

Undressed are the dreams unseen

That is all I know. 

So high up 

That we can’t stand on our toes 

The bitter taste of our own mold 

That is where I grow. 

Misfortune, she fires 

Her aim a classic rogue 

That doesn’t cease the hesitance 

That sings an aching note. 

Beseeching is rejection 

Deeming sudden slain 

With a faith as tough as stones 

Love and hate’s fair game. 

In the air 

So compact it has to stow 

Within the pumping blood of fragile veins

That is where I grow. 

A garden bloomed

Distance askew 

That is where I grow. 

Beaten til blue 

The scars renew 

That is where I grow. 

A nightmare spooked 

Hidden from view 

That is where I grow. 

Fear’s greatest foe

It should have known 

That this is where I grow.

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