Plant

That unobtrusive, overlooked little seed
Tossed into a pot of soil, never expected to become
Anything that would resemble a grown-up
Its forefathers sprouted, but never bore fruit
Never grew much farther than two or three leaves
But grow up it did, this forgotten one
And now it's so tall it's become frighteningly reminiscent
Of a plant not allowed to grow.
But I can't stop it now.
Maybe it's the promise of a harvest,
Maybe it's the adrenaline rush of the forbidden
But I think it's because this living thing
Through my haphazard, yet tender care
Has grown from a tiny seed into something to behold
And cutting it down would cut me down as well.
Like a secret dream in the far reaches of our minds
That has been allowed to take root in reality
So, too, must we always allow it to grow ever taller
Despite all who may want to take it away.