I pour a drink to help it grow

By Majekodunmi Ebhohon

I pour a drink to help it grow,
I fill the pot up to the brim.
The water has no place to go,
Until the leaves begin to swim.

The dirt is soaked, the roots are black,
The stem is soft and starts to bend.
I cannot take the water back;
I loved it to a soggy end.

I pour the gold to buy the prize,
I chase the sun across the skies.
I work the day and lose the night,
Until I blind my weary sight.

I build the wall to keep me safe,
I lock the door against the waif.
The stones are high, the gate is stout,
But now I cannot wander out.

I save the breath I need to speak,
Until the lungs are tired and weak.
The song is lost within the throat,
A sinking stone, a heavy boat.

I seek the peace that comes with rest,
I pull the heart from out my breast.
To stop the ache and end the strife,
I kill the thing that gave me life.

I loosen up
the tightest grip,
I let the water
slowly drip.
I leave the door
a little wide,
To let the world
and I collide.