Withering

By: Rizza Morales

I don’t get it, their plants grew better than mine Theirs flourished to bounty harvest Mine is at dry, lifeless plot With small dread sprout.

I dreamt to grow a forest, of course But as nature took its course Still left at this dry and lifeless plot With small dread sprout.

While looking at my neighbor’s patch, I plan to fence Success, I drowned my plant with water, Applied a ton of fertilizer.

For sure it will fall into my grasp But why? Why is it still lifeless in this plot? I did what I think is best. Wait! What am I seeing? They’re reaping their harvest Where am I falling short?

I ran to stare a little closer But alas! I stepped on right consuming quicksand Being swallowed by the muddy marsh I go myself into

If only I could conform on my own bloom I nay had outgrown those pestering feelings Maybe my plant grew and better too But no! I was fixated on someone else’s plot

It is not too late the season is here, I could still cultivate A plant that could grow into a bounty harvest too A fruition of my hardwork and love.