Prana written by Kara Jackman at



written by: Kara Jackman



Like a frustrated bud unable to bloom,
I find myself inside myself.

I want to blossom,
Yearn to stretch my delicate petals to the sun,
But the sun does not shine,
Nor does the water satiate my needs.

I must fight alone, unassisted,
Like a cactus
Squeaking out my existence
On what little prana I have stored within.

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