growth.

sometimes, i am the mountain
high and mighty,
strong and revered.

other times, i am the ocean
deep and dark with expanded thoughts
to all the places one day i'll conquer.

but most of the time, i am the dirt road
that leads to the warn barn over the hill,
the creek that bubbles and trickles toward the field
where wildflowers grow,
despite the storms,
despite the lack of support and
they come back around just to spite us,

and suddenly i've found what
i someday want to become -
let me feel the independence and confidence

that comes with growing beauty from the ground up.
grown from nothing
but your own consequence of existing.