I trace my name in the dust;
no need for softer hands than mine—
teach the soil to
forget the fallow time;
I bloom where I am planted,
water my roots with kindness,
honor my weeds for their resilience
and know—
this garden grows
from seeds of my own grace
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Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
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Comments (5)
Beautifully written. :)
Came here from QVV! Lovely poem. Excited to see what else you’ll share on the platform 🥰🫶🏽
Water my roots with kindness - Absolutely beautiful poem. Well Done!!
Such a beautiful, grounded piece! The imagery of nurturing yourself and embracing all parts of growth—like the weeds—is so powerful. Really love the vibe of self-compassion and resilience.
Absolutely beautiful