A Fern in the Swamp

On the edge of murky waters, you may spot me in limbo. Here I am, trapped within the slimy marsh of my mind attempting to spread my spores so I may grow away from my treacherous captivity. With a burning desire, I seek to populate the desolate, rocky, heart-shaped cave far from me. Alas, the winds do not blow where I would wish to go, so I must abide my time. Like smoke from a blaze, I will be lost in the breeze, not yearning, no, thirsting for the chance to touch my heart. And to drink the waters of love which stream from inside.