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There is safety in being imprisoned

under the soil

but there is freedom

in growing toward the sun

the dirt is a blanket of warmth

but the cold rain

will fertilize the leaves willing to receive

a blessing of Truth

some say it is better if we are all the same

bland and buried under black

but every soul is unique

and the colors of life

in our tangled garden of earth

are easier on the eyes

then the emptiness of a field

devoted to death

all those seeds that refuse to grow

all those flowers that can’t be bothered to bloom

in the world, they were created to bless

all the things forgotten in the shade of yellow petals

of a plant unafraid to show the world what they were

created to be

a plant bold enough to stand out

in a bed of dirt where others are content to sleep