today, i am a wiltless stem.
not blooming, not dying—
just still.
just… paused in the soil.
no bees come calling.
no sun sings for me.
i do not turn to face the light—
i barely notice it exists.
i am chlorophyll without color,
a leaf that forgot how to unfurl.
not broken,
just a sprout
that decided not to keep going.
the wind es,
tender as it is,
but i do not sway.
i am rooted in numbness—
not pain,
just quiet.
not drought,
not storm,
but something more hushed:
a still greenhouse
where nothing grows
but everything stays.
and maybe that’s okay.
maybe even the garden
needs a season
where nothing blossoms,
but the earth still breathes.
Comments (2)
this is really good. I enjoy it a lot. this poem, to me, feels like a break, like a deep breath you take when you get a day or so to just exist without worry or responsibilities. it's existence without burden, and understanding you can exist that way without guilt. again, amazing poem !
This is such a well done metaphor ur diction flows so well, and I’m feeling this a lot right now as a recent grad lol. Lovely writing!!