Propagate

Made and moulded
Their hands took yours
And led you up
The garden path.
Plant, prune, rot
You turned to seed,
Spitting their thoughts,
Your own young roots
Never fully taking hold.

Taller now, still
Untended, unnurtured.
Hidden in undergrowth,
Lost in wild.

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