A Color Not My Own

A heart’s under attack
from the seed I lack
nourished soil track
the scars on my back.
Life has swollen raw
my heart’s words I draw
what my soul it saw
before your sweet awe.
This little person see
me hurt as I concede
to notions I breathe
under a whips heave.
Upon reflection remind
does an earth not kind,
by some god’s design,
I’m broke for all time.
As this tepid stem leans
to the side light gleams.
Though my core stings
hope in you I’ve seen.

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