planted in a far away field
he was too young to know
how to garden
he left it for the dirt
and for the rain
to raise
a stem that crawled on its own
from the soil
each thorn
a mark of self-determination
each petal
blooming with independence
fed only with sunlight and abandonment
it grew
never against the odds
but with them
and photosynthesis became the father
he never had the guts
to be
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