Sisyphean Attempts at Self-Improvement

The Seedling

Like a fragile seed, I grow
Parents providing the safety of the soil
Mentors imparting the encouragement of the sun
Friends and family offering the vitality of the water
Maturing into a state of mind, and a state of being

I begin life full of potential and uncertainty
One indistinguishable from all the other seeds
but still unquestionably and uniquely me
to be shaped as much by the road ahead
as where I came from

But who am I, and what will become of this fragile seed?
Will I become an innocent hydrangea, or a deadly hemlock?


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Line Count: 12

Written For: "Cards Against Authors" 

Prompts (Week 1):
         You’re afraid of your future self
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         Metaphor: Emotional growth as a fragile seed

Form: Free Verse