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How Your Green Saved Me
Poetry
you were the tree of my youth,
growing from subtle roots below
until your branches were the umbrella
blocking out my darkest rain showers,
and I never said thank you, not once,
even as your leaves cradled my fragile ego —
the me I did not want to see, the me I did not want,
the me I thought no one else could ever care for.
you were the flowers of my adolescence,
sprouting up from quiet seeds in relief
until your petals cascaded in my view
eclipsing every single hint of storm,
and I loved you for forever on, I knew,
your beauty meaning less than my shortfalls —
the me you saw every day, the me you wanted,
the me I thought no one else could ever love.
the green of you, the vibrancy of your every moment —
I found you not by searching by sea or land or sky
but by seeing what was right in front of me all along.
Originally published at https://vocal.media.
