• Ayesha Patel

All You Resist to See

3.19.17


For me, my flow is illustrious. No rhyming involved, No clearly construed conversation. For me, my flow awaits in the bountiful air.

The multitude of flowers Rooting into ancient history Blossoming the contemplative earth. I will never be What has been. I will never be, What you think I am becoming. Who I am is not expressed through the wilting of my petals. Who I am is reflected below, What roots us down, What keeps me from falling. I am not held By the sun that shines Or the rain that descends I stem from the core, I transcend from my depths. Only to show you all you resist to see.

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