it came to me like snails to a garden, ready to consume

this epiphany like moment i am so likely drawn to

the source behind my bones this ever growing greenery

fed with forgiving foliage, patience to reset my scenery

the dish i put off til the very moon lit the sky

now with joy i leap from bed when mornings slowly rise

that pet peeve i so willingly and desperately despised

no longer a peeve at all

now just a part of life

the maze unfolds when we mend our grievance, so bothersome

when we choose to look over tension in our hindsight, when we choose to water us