In times past the ground grew nothing

barren dark soil uneven beneath shoe soles

not a cloud seen through hopeless eyes

the fear of being burned 

without a shield from scorching rays, 

heat leaving the dust flying away with a simple wind.

 

But today the ground grew up

it tangled and weaved through parted legs

and up until it ran through the wild mess of hair;

a garden with a body for its sturdy roots

planting and keeping the stability.

 

In Days, Weeks, Months it blooms

 

The vines, flowers and fruits sprouted up from the ground

Its vines climbing up the waist until it was

Surrounding the body in a gentle nest of vines

My body holding it safe in place

Both standing firm and calm.

 

Growth.

It grows up and around when things heal, but it takes time.

Everything takes time.

You can't let yourself blow away 

or get burnt so bad you never walk again.

A little love and care goes a long way

and you can grow your own garden too.

Dont fear yourself.