My heart’s
like a succulent
retaining
a lifetime of wrongs
fleshy with nerve
Hardy
equipped with tools
for surviving
long periods of neglect
blooming infrequently
if at all
In feast times
I’ve learned
overstoring leads to rot
and after long drought
replenishes
So I adapt
but it’s hard to cultivate
new growth
in this climate
For Friday Flash 55 offered by Joy at Verse Escape
