where a seed sprouts,
there is an ache.
roots curving in,
ribs around a bruise.
longing to heal,
in the love of sun’s light,
of soil peat
and trickling dew.
to nurture, to be nurtured.
hurts like flowers bloom.
where there is growth, an ache.
but how tender an ache is growth.— aristhought 🏳️🌈🌸 (@aristhought) August 4, 2020
