Day 15

Last night I told you

that if I was a plant

I would be Ivy:

growing, stretching,

delicate,

I flower but don’t have flowers.

I might have lied though,

I’m not really very delicate at all.

And sometimes,

well most of the time

I dress like I have flowers.

I am growing though.

You said you’d be aloe vera:

hard on the outside,

soft on the inside,

healing and useful.

A very practical plant.

I think that was a humble-brag,

you are very proud of your function,

your doing.

The last thing my mother told me was:

Remember that you are a

human being not a human doing.

My value as a plant or otherwise

is not measured in my function or my use.

My value lies in my breathing.

Most of the time,

it’s okay to just exist.