She is growing up
Inside me
Like a new organ
She feeds on my veins
My thoughts,
My fear,
And my dreams.
The more I think,
The more I dream,
The more she grows up.
And becomes bigger.
like giant Sitka Spruce tree.
I thought,
It is but a red rose
That needs a humid corner,
And some sunlight to
Grow.
I looked inside myself,
I realized
She is a giant tree
With white orange and black roses
Red leaves and golden fruits
Exactly what a child is dream to see
Leaving it, will not harm me
Extracting it
Is like extracting my veins,
My fear,
My thoughts,
And my dreams all at once.
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