Stifled in the dark,
stretching and twisting like a work of art.
I yearn for the window,
grasping for the sunlight, hoping to grow.
After some time you finally notice
my body limp, almost lifeless.
Hoping there by the window I’ll begin
to soak in the sunlight,
you whisper secrets into my leaves,
promise to never again displease,
wishing for me to grow full and green.
Almost ready to flower, budding at the seams
reaching my potential, at night I dream
of reaching the sun
once there I’ll never leave.
Scorched by its fiery kiss,
consumed by radiant energy,
it’s pure bliss.