

The price of my growth
Hosea khitongwa@khitongwahosea278600
8 days ago
The price of my growth lies beneath the dark, dirty soil,
Waiting for me to embrace it — to grow bigger.
The fear in me whispers
that when I go under,
it might be the end of me.
Ignorance of the truth —
that the end of one existence
is the beginning of another —
holds me back
from being reborn.
Up here,
the glimpse of my beauty
attracts whoever passes by,
yet my fear grows day by day.
I love myself so much
that I forget
I was meant to satisfy
the pleasure of anyone
who comes by
for my succulent, golden, dripping juice.
My fate lies in the hands
of whoever finds me —
either I die once and live again,
or I die once,
and that’s the end of me.













































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