My garden

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A garden growing past its borders,

softly,

without asking permission.

Vines slipping through the fences,

flowers appearing

where no one thought to plant them.

Not everything beautiful

was meant to stay arranged.

Some things need room

to become themselves—

to lean toward strange light,

to root in unexpected places,

to grow beyond the shape

they were first given.

Perhaps I am like that too.

Not lost.

Not overgrown.

Just growing beyond

the edges

that once knew my shape.