Alive
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1 min readJul 11, 2017
In a small clay pot by the window
I kept her alive
Every morning when I left the house
She sat there alone
watching the clouds drift by my soul-sky.
She waited for me to come back
Sometimes the sun came
and then the dusk,
Then the wind, the night,
the hail and the heartbreak.
Sometimes I didn’t come.
She was tiny, feeble, weak.
But at last when I came home
empty-handed, defeated
I softly kissed her brooding leaves
And she forgave me everytime.
And when I lied down beside her
closing my eyes
battling my scars
She quietly bent down and caressed my forehead…
For seven years
I kept her alive
And she kept me.