Inna Mirz
Inna Mirz
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

A Lesson From my Plant

Capitol Hill, Washington, DC — Spring

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.

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