This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UC Berkeley chapter.
Posture posed with purpose I pluck
the prickly plant that pricks me
from its thorn, sprouts a rose garden of rashes on my skin
these red bumps kept company
by strands of hair that stand tall
like unkempt grass on a lush lawn
engaged in battle with weeds,
I hack, I pluck, I plow
I’m volunteering at a community garden
digging through the earth, searching for meaning