She has been lacking all of her life.

A drought inside her chest,

no one has been able to sustain her.

She tries to flourish but no conditions are adequate.

They pull and pull at her roots and say they’re doing the best they can.

But they’ve never known how to care for her-

she is all petal and leaf and they are just budding.

She tries to help them too, to grow roots, but they pick and pick and wear her down.

She wishes to be a garden, full of life and color and bouquet.

She just wants nourishment, to feel strong, to be seen. But no one will give her what she wants bc they are all lacking.

The thirst for life grows strong in her soil- all she ever wishes for is rain, is something to make the soil softer, so she didn’t have to work so hard to thrive. She wants to be washed away.

Maybe one day it will storm and these wishes will fall like rain. And maybe then she can finally feel full.