What will become of this story
inside my chest?

will i excavate it from my bones
give it light
and water
and air?

let it bloom into
a garden of flowers
in your name?

or will i let it stay
and let you
bury me?

this is the question
i am always asking myself:

what will become of my stories -
gardens
or
graveyards?

// the photosynthesis of healing