I Am A Plant. {Poem}

I am a plant.
I simply can't survive
Without water, nutrients,
Proper care and sunlight
With a bare minimum
I know I could get by
But surely could never thrive.
It seems foolish to be satisfied
With a lonely plateau
Dragging through the snow
Potential begging to be shown
Tied to an infinite low
Falling on my knees
My heart and spirit slow.
One day I'll be a skyscraper
High above the trees
With aircraft as my peers
And the clouds as my friends
Demolishing my fears
Before the daylight wanes
And my joyride quickly descends
Into a free fall instead.
Feeling powerful and at peace
The rain may be a bother
And the lightning may hurt
But how can I fear the thunder
With 40,000 feet
Between my wings and the dirt?
They say it takes a village
And as far as I can tell
I'm graced with astounding warriors
Willing to walk through Hell
Who I refuse to ask for help.
It's funny;
I'd never shame others for crying out
The way I shame myself.
But maybe if I swallow my pride
And hold just one hand in mine
I won't be alone on the front line
Broken clocks and shattered minds Spewing remnants of midnight
Lifeline on a deadline
Swallowing my battle cry
I can do better.
I won't cause a scene.
I'll simply stand
And slowly lift two fists in the air.
Cheers.
Nothing motivates me more
Than company who hold the door
And with a single hand to hold
They invest in my soul
Shield me from the cold
And encourage me to grow
I must accept their hospitality
Nourish in what they offer me
For I'll never find the power within
If I won't let the sunlight in.

Photos used with permission.
Poem (c) Amanda McCarthy 2018