Chickweeds

 

-------Chickweeds-------

 

When the shame 

rises up 

and tempts me with silence

 

I remember 

how the chickweeds grow

 

Attending 

to the unattended,

the abandoned and mis-treated

 

Where the plow has torn

and the earth left bare

 

I can hear them 

in their sweet way 

saying,

 

"You are not wrong, 

my love,

 

Please trust me

that 

my being here

 

Is affirmation 

of your worth".

 

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