The Seeds I Will Plant

Poetry written by Luna Malmberg.

I’m not sure what I want to be known for,

and maybe I would rather keep those riches to myself

like it’s my secret

I would like to share my medicine with the world

We all have something to bring to life

I have been told my medicine

is the acceptance of darkness,

Grief

I still have so much to discover about myself

I will receive these puzzle pieces every day,

for I feel like I am my own puzzle

Some pieces I will share with the world,

and others will be mine

Sometimes I feel so different,

that it feels like I should have been born in some other era

I wonder,

if I could be more accepted

in some other time

I have an old soul as some say

My ora has a sort of stillness to it

I’m not exactly sure what that means,

but I think it’s true

Though I am still,

I will still bare my heart,

to spill it onto this earth

I will trust myself as much as I can

I will bring with me what I came carrying,

and leave a mark even though,

it may just be a speck among thousands

I will plant my seed,

And my garden will grow

If my bare feet touch the soil,

I have left some of my gifts to the world

I think that is good enough for me.