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I have so many things growing inside
Things I love that stretch towards the light when I am alone.
Vines of thoughts and leaves of ideas
Bright greenery and petals layered in fuschia and yellows.
But when I leave my personal space
Away from my private sun.
I cover myself for protection and go bare without my foliage
Hiding my secret garden from the world.
For my protection, I go alone.
People can be careless and rough
Plucking leaves and squashing blooms.
Carelessly curious of things not their own.
Preservation has been my goal
But at times I’ve wondered
Would my ideas grow larger with space and air
In open fields without the limits I’ve given them?
