Hard, Packed Dirt.
Forming an Impenetrable Roof
That Forces Me Down, Forces Me To Remain
I Crack and From Within Sprouts a Tender Root
That Demands, Insistently, to Break Through That Roof
I Am Pushing, Yearning, Propelling Through the Dirt,
Asserting My Presence. I Will Not Be Ignored. I Will
Not Be Held Down and Smothered. With One
Last Shove, I Break Through and Find the
Ground Damp Not Solid, the Air
Warm Instead of Chilled. I
Stretch Toward the Sun,
My Small Arms Raised
in Salutation. I am
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