Afraid of being awake

Awake,
Afraid…. Not of death but of life.
The type of seeds seeking light in the likeness of something, or someone alike.

Up
Out of the dim layers of the night.
A toss, a turn, a fight.
Why do some images grab you with their darkness and others glow
Full of light?

What,
What if the gardener fails to cultivate
Correctly, what if the seeds submit?
What if they submit to the safe haven of this world
Leaving the gardener helpless?

Still,
still while the sun sleeps one can see these seeds
playful, strong, loving, resilient, inquisitive.

What,
What if the gardener can’t protect and cultivate the seeds properly,
What if they die before planting something great?

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