I am undersexed, underloved, undertouched, and misunderstood.

I am an intrinsically good person with a heart bigger than my body who gives out my love freely and generously, ever expecting (and receiving) little in return.

The compassion within me flows as deeply as a natural well, eager to be harvested by bucket and pulley at will.

I am an untended garden with rich soil but lack of proper sunlight, anxiously awaiting till and seed so I can produce beauty and bounty.

I am a strong root, buried deep within the earth’s darkness, impatiently waiting for the sun to shine its warm rays on me so I can bloom forth with untamed ferocity.

I am a silent winters morn, just before daybreak.

Written by Shelly Moore