Seed

PoetryA Requiem
Written By Zachary Phillips
 

Sometimes,
I feel like a seed.
A potential inert,
A possibility to succeed.
So just put me in the dirt
And give me what I need.
How else can I avert?
How else can I exceed?

Other times,
I feel hurt.
Just a societal weed.
A potential victim on alert,
Nurtured only when I bleed.
I don’t mean to be curt,
How else can I plead?
How else can I divert?
How else can I be freed?

I am the hurt seed, the weed that’s only freed by the blood that it bleeds. Put into the dirt just wishing to exceed. Inert without encouragement, unable to succeed. Thus, I plead; Be alert to my need. Don’t divert or think me curt, I just want to succeed.

So just burry me
And perhaps this seed
Will grow
Into a weed.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is an intuitive coach and counselor. He helps entrepreneurs, spiritualists, and survivors navigate dark nights of the soul and find peace, helping them take themselves from surviving to passionately thriving using tips, tools, and techniques that enable them to process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose. He is a qualified teacher, meditation instructor, personal trainer, Reiki master, and is currently studying a Master of Counseling.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com/#about
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