Safety & Freedom, Part 1

The Poem

Seeds,
trapped within
a paper packet, debate

whether to remain
in perpetual inertia,
reveling in their potential—

bright future,
glossy leaves,
expected height

—or dive deep
into unknown soil,
landing in a darkness of risk

that inhales them fully,
embraces their patience,
and softens their carapace, saying

“Welcome,
dear one. Safety is
no longer your master.”

Some seeds thirst
to hear those words;
they yearn to shake free

to stalk a sun
never seen, to finally
prove their faith in its existence…

while others prefer to linger, content
to snuggle within benevolent
restraints

in this place they have
no choice but to
call home.

Then there are those crazy ones,
two or three, at most, who demand to know:

What is this paper imprisoning us,
and who the hell holds the packet?

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