December Poetry Prompt 5: Seedling

(Semilla is seed in Spanish)

Pregnant with possibility, forests
imprinted in every
pigment of chlorophyll, embed
your desire in the ground, water

daily with struggle, prune
the edges that pull
your stem away
from the sun.

Choose your sunlight
carefully, Chaos can finds
its way, protruding out
for a peek every

so often, weed
it out before it
spreads too far.

You will know my love
when you become a field,
and grow tall for shelter
when the sun burns too hot

Don’t fear the storm, her
gusts will strengthen you,
remind you to be flexible,
in all that you do.

Life and destruction are nestled in your womb.
Decide which you will feed.

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