The Spider Plant


I began as a baby spider plant all vibrant and green
growing in several directions, reaching for dreams
As the years pass by, I avoided my needs, no light, no water,
no more dreams
I find myself wilting and turning all brown on my stem
Losing all hope to be healthy again
I drank some water and began to get clean
I reached out for light and started to green
Once i was dying, losing all hope
Now i am growing with babys and learning to cope

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