The first plant in my room was an African violet.

Leaves danced in the dark of the night,

Bending into frightening and wonderful shapes.

As malleable as the child mind that observed.

Free.

***

A prayer plant came later.

Greens and pinks reaching towards the sky at night.

Pure white flowers appearing at the most random times.

A dance of schedule and spontaneous nature.

Inspiring.

***

Pothos came at the time of calamity.

Vibrant green vines winding around the corners of my bedroom.

Holding it all up when my heart cannot.

Scaffolds of where dreams try to grow.

Support.

***

More plants have come and others gone.

Gone to bugs or mold when they fail.

It hurts to lose them,

But more will come.

More will come until my room is overgrown.

Thriving.