Memories repeated.
Life looking bleak
and I'm feeling beaten.

God(s), plant a seedling
in me that will grow because I am needing
a new story than the one
from which I am feeding.

My current orchid is full
of bloated rotten fruit,
and the ground is sinking,

These memories repeated,
keeps me a hostage
to the unfermented soil
on which I am seated.

My roots are upending.
Fix the soil for it needs mending.
I hope you can hear me,
as my voice is exploding
with pain, as the life I am holding
is decaying.