I grow too quick

“Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets To Orpheus

I grow too quick
I must be wild
born of scattered seed
not sown with care 
in softened soil
by loving hands

I grow too quick
I must be wild
fierce roots
break hard terrain
shoot stands defiant
in furious storms

I grow too quick
I must be wild
flowers wither
fruits ripen and fall
unseen unplucked
I do not grieve

I grow too quick
I must be wild
anchored by earth
watered by rain
from open skies
I seize my life

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