ode To becoming

I’ve been planted here since I was but a cutting;

First given much sun and then all too little;

Much water, then all too little.

But against all odds I grew.

Even though I was left in the shade to wilt and die;

Even though I was left to drought;

I found the light that nourishes me within myself.

And here, I let the waters of prosperity wash over me;

And here I take root.

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