Every pain,
every hurt:
a tie from limb
to earth.
Where the heart is,
there the roots
quick plant.
I am stuck until
the gardener's gracious hand
appears.
What's this?
My choice?
Oh, use those scissors wisely,
snip now the things that
tie me
limb to earth.
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