Evergreen (Poem)

These vines have taken root in my core. I feel them overflow into the world, climbing out, day by day, night by night, feeding on whatever I can't hold onto. == They prick me as they grow, but I smile, thinking of the garden I'll soon have, full of green. This is a fresh start, somewhere I can feel calm. But hold that thought. The vines are prickling again. My skin is starting to crack, and I…