Whispering lies no one hears but you
hiding behind smiling eyes
waiting for you to believe.
Seeds planted at birth
nourished while you grew
life choked off by strangling vines.
As a canopy spread over delicate leaves
wilting growth reached for speckled light
finding its way through.
Collected strength safely hidden
within a protected core
burst free from the confines.
Deeply rooted and coiled beyond sight
disguising itself of any signs
to reap what it has sown.
Surrounded by luminous beauty
opaque spots begin to appear.
Seeping into the soil from which
all good has flourished and bloomed
…a whisper that is well known.
Wow, well done with the metaphor here!
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