What the Soil Remembers
whispers back in flowers
By Carolina BorgesPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
they told me
nothing good grows
from broken things—
but i have seen
seeds split open
just to bloom.
i have buried
shards of myself
in soft earth,
not to forget,
but to root.
the dirt does not judge
what falls into it—
it makes room
for everything.
grief.
love.
bones.
hope.
if you listen,
you can hear it breathing.
if you dig,
you’ll find
not just remains—
but beginnings.
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Carolina Borges
I've been pouring my soul onto paper and word docs since 2014
Poet of motherhood, memory & quiet strength
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Comments (4)
You are incredibly talented, Carolina! Loved the part about the dirt not judging and the burying of seeds and bones alike. Beautiful! I knew from your entries to my Vocal Acrostic challenge that you were quite the poet, but I'm just more impressed with every read!
Oh, this is lovely. The metaphor of the dirt not judging as it makes room for everything...yes, just yes. "If you dig, you'll find not just remains - but beginnings." What a beautiful, solid line to sum up the entire poem. Really, really well done here, Carolina! Some of my favorite poetry I've read in a bit! <3
Beautifully done, leaning into the inherent contradiction of our relationship with the earth, how it gives life even as we consider it “dirty”
I love the way you’ve turned brokenness into something so full of growth and grace.