baby seedlings

baby seedlings poem by steven james humphreys

I learned something recently

that I need to stay mindful of…

that, I am the one who ‘owns’

my consciousness.

thoughts we harbor

grow baby seedlings

becoming scripts we wrote

forgetting why our lives

turned out this way

because of what we sowed

decades ago.

and then, we blame others

and the world

when what we

planted

bore

such

bitter

fruit.

 

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