Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read
A Lesson From my Plant

My plant is facing me, it is ready to go.
Time I throw it out.
I have a tendency of outpouring too much of myself into living things.
Once a green source of oxygen is now a weak stem, barely standing in the musty soil.
And yet I still walk over to water it even more.
Overflow it with my hopes of bringing it back to life.
And right then, the last browned petal falls off.
I learn to stop holding on to something that has already died.
