We Grow

by My Self : The Muse

We grow into adults – riddled with fear –

unable to let go – of the unhealthy

drive – to control our lives.

And so end up barely living – or

living – but barely surviving.

And if surviving – then surely

not thriving.

But up out of this dark and

devious way of living – a new

life can emerge – more fertile

than before – growing (not despite) –

but – because of the mountains

of shit – the nurturing wasteland

of the previous life.

Some stream of consciousness on 5/4/15

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