Am I replanting the wrong seed? 

I’m wallowing in the ashes of a person I once knew. 

She was smiley and cheery, 

dedicated to her muse.

I’ve cried,

trying to cause a rebirth

of her existence.

To find something familiar,
unstoppable, like a weed.

I’m scared to cross over

to the new, flourishing grass.

To realize that this ashen state

only effects a portion

of who she once was

and is. 

Let nature take its course.

Something will grow, someday. 

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