Uprooting

You planted me

in the desert

where I shriveled

in the heat.

You said my lack of growth

was because I

did not believe

that the sun

was all I'd ever need.

But then the storm came

with love's pouring rain

and a reminder -

loud as thunder.

If you're not blooming where you've been planted,

... dis-sunder.

So I swept myself away,

took back my good name,

and hung all my "shame"

in a picture frame

on display

for all to see

and come to know

from desert planters,

you too,

can be

free.