Growth-Revised

Penny Wilson Writes


I can't breathe

I reach for the sunlight
but your presence
cloying 
choking

blocking the light 

your immersion
well intended

my pleas
fall 
on deaf ears 

love
must be nurtured

given nourishment

and room 
to grow

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson 

*The original version of this was written in 2018. I like the flow
of this version better. I hope you enjoyed it.  
Image by monicore from Pixabay

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