They say you should take the path less traveled.

but what do you do when the roots of the trees hold on to you

like you were a breath they so desperatly needed, both of you

are just trying to live 

the the trees are dancing to the tempo of your heart beat

racing

against everyone  just to feel like no one would hear you.

Then I see you walk past me how do you not sink into the soil?

Your arms extend to the light like sunflowers.

I can't move but I must keep running

in place

of love I put self doubt and I dont know how to remove the weeds

I dont wanna use pesticide 

so I have to pick them out one by one 

I was never good at gardening 

right now I'm still learning to tend the soil

still learning to let the sunlight in and start to appreciate the rain

so let this seed I press in the palm of your hand be an invitation for you

to take root in me.