Writer's Block: Where am I in the garden?
clinging to this vine i fear the thought of independence.
my skin appears thick, but i'm softer than I like to admit.
i'm bold as the moment you fall in love...
standing out among the leaves that surround me
they say sugar-coated i'm quite sumptous...
but I feel as though these vines are holding me back.
soaking in my last dose of sunshine,
i feel i've become ripe enough to venture out...
and experience the possibilities.