Grieving The Plant

Grieving the plant.

I want so much to give up

I want so much to let go.

the plant I had and cared for dearly

has holes and shrivels, where there should be beauty.

Of so much time, so many years,

to work for this plant with knots and tears,

how could I have guessed,

that all this time, my caring, pruning and working so hard

would turn to this?

A kiss, I've thought, to say goodbye.

I'm moving on to another plant that will never

even begin to die.

A wave, I've thought, to say goodbye,

may your dead places find healing and growth

but without me,

for I will not care

I will not give you my trough.

For I am not meant to be mocked and condoned.

Left to my work, while you neglect your own.

And by your looking for my waters growth,

yet swaying away from your sun that you know,

you've chosen the knot, the tear in you leaves,

the brown and the black

that's beginning to grow like an entangled thief.

Farewell, Adieu. I want to say.

But I know too well, that is not the planters way.

Like the sun who always rises at the break of dawn.

I will be there, day by day, though my heart is panged

at your inconstancy in

drinking my water and swaying to the sun I gave.

I know the healing does not happen without the healer to save.

I will forgive, I will forget, your little crimson debt.

Because I know the way is to hope,

to give you the gift- though, yet, you don't know,

that one day you will break free from your knots,

bow down to no thieves in the night,

rise above the entangling weeds

that try to keep you from growing right.

You have been my chosen one,

from the beginning,

and to the end.

and though my heart pangs

to see how you've turned

to battle this life on your own

You have been my chosen one,

from the beginning (my frail, withered, friend)

and so ever will be

until ever,

if ever

comes the sorrowful end.

Your flower's in hiding, Oh YOU that I know.

So I will wait, And I will work,

never stopping. Never sleeping.

Always waiting for you to grow.

Never a moment where I will neglect,

to help the one who chose his own debt.

I will be there, to lift you out

to chase all the thieves away.

I will NEVER abandon you,

though you may think

you are past the hope of a growing day.

I will be there to lift you up,

make you grow, beyond your own passet.

You may have drank from the scarlet cup

but I,

I Will NEVER turn away.

Oh you. YOU that I know

take your scarlet cup

and pass it away

I will be there to drink it up.

Then let me be

your light and

your day!

Kiley Chamberlain Oct 2013