Bryophyta

when you cannot flower,

you learn how to cling.

unrelenting, i exist in moisture.

my shallow

roots make me seem easy

to discard—

but trust that i always return,

unsatiated. 

i'll beg to

consume you in

your hardened entirety,

my small leaves will carpet

every inch of life.

i'll find any reason to stay—

even through thin air.

though unwanted, i'll stain

bright green to prove my

desperation.

i'm sorry

if i suffocate you in darkness—

for it is all i have ever known.

since i was never born to bloom,

i learned to resent the light.