I await transplant to a new ***
Where no one knows me, the soil is rich,
So I can grow into someone that I'm not.
Where face and name
Are strangers to each other,
Where I'm only son
Of a mother and a father.
Yet — "Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."
— Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
I wrestle this truth, sour and toil,
For wherever I'd go, whatever soil,
I am body and soul,
Present and shadow.
I am root and stem;
I am the scent and the flower.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
I await transplant to a new ***
Where no one knows me, the soil is rich,
So I can grow into someone that I'm not.
Where face and name
Are strangers to each other,
Where I'm only son
Of a mother and a father.
Yet — "Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."
— Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
I wrestle this truth, sour and toil,
For wherever I'd go, whatever soil,
I am body and soul,
Present and shadow.
I am root and stem;
I am the scent and the flower.
The poem started from the quote mentioned.
