Rock me slow…
Root me deep…
Hush now… sleep…

I buried hope in softened dirt
and watered it with all my hurt.
Petals bloomed where silence slept
each one fed on what I wept. (Fed on me…)

The vines grew fast, they knew my name,
wrapped around my guilt and shame.
I kissed the thorns to feel alive,
but they dug down and learned to thrive.
(They never let go…)

My hands were cracked, but still I sowed,
with broken bones I shaped the rows.
A garden made of breath and bone,
but every root was not my own.

The seeds were sweet, but turned to teeth,
gnashing just beneath the wreath. (Chew)
The flowers sang when no one came
a lullaby of dirt and flame.
(Burn with me…)

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Chorus
Rock me, dirt, I’m yours to keep,
hum that tune the dead ones weep. (mmm-hmm…)
Tuck me in where the wild things crawl,
the garden sings, and I hear it all.

So bloom from me, this husk, this clay,
make beauty out my slow decay.
I wasn’t lost, I just grew wrong,
but roots remember every song.

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I once wore sun beneath my skin,
but now the dark is growing in. (It spreads…)
My chest split wide to birth a rose,
it screamed in red, but no one knows.
(She knows…)

The worms don’t judge, they only take. (Take…)
They curl around each past mistake.
And even death must learn to eat,
so chew the guilt between my teeth.

She tucked a daisy in my throat,
and called it peace, and watched me float.
My ribs a bed, my breath a breeze…
I sleep where all things bend their knees.

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Chorus
Rock me, soil, wrap me slow,
whisper names I used to know. (Say my name…)
Bury me where wild things play,
a song for bones that lost their way…

So if you pass, don’t cry for me,
just water where my heart should be.
The garden ate the man I was…
and bloomed into what never was. (Never… Was…)

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Sleep now, little root…
We grow again…

Wither Me Softly

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

Wither Me Softly

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