Comfort Zone

It’s easier to sit inside

with comfortable parts of me

But when I step out the door

I grow unexpectedly.

My mind fills like a garden

Absorbing rainfall from the skies,

flora starts to bloom in rows

with every orange sunrise.

Although the mud is thick in spots

And black beehives buzz in trees

I hold my ground, I stick around

I gather up the weeds.

Because even though it’s easier

To sit comfortably inside

I would not feel the flesh of earth

in the soil where life lies.

I would not get so dirty

and I would not fight the sun

But I would not know

Just how to grow

Or how this life is done.


2 responses to “Comfort Zone”

  1. joshghostcmocom Avatar

    This is really beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

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