Kaya T...
E.J. King High School
My pot, adorned with shells and vibrant paint, A lovely haven where beauty doesn't faint. The bees and butterflies dance in delight, Together we bloom a radiant sight.
But now, my roots are torn, the gardeners task, To plant me anew, in shadows I bask. Go ahead, put me to the test, In this crowded soil, I long for rest.
These ancient plants, they claim the sun, Their leaves block the breeze, so I cannot run. I hide beneath, weaving roots in disguise, watching them sway, while envy resides.
As time drifts, my petals descend, Each one a memory, a longing to mend. I miss my pot, my sanctuary sweet, The buzzing of bees, the soft fluttering feet.
I miss the freedom to spread and grow, Without fear of taking, just letting love flow. The sun's gentle warmth, the water's embrace, The gardeners care my own sacred space.
Now here I linger, feeling unseen, A ghost in the garden, lost in between. I yearn for my home, where I truly belong, A place filled with life, where I can be strong.