Planting Seeds In The Dark

Gina Clingan
3 min readJul 31, 2022
Photo by Joshua Lanzarini on Unsplash

I’ve decided who I want to be
and what I want to do
with the rest of my life.
I want to be someone who
makes people cry.
I want to move you to tears
with the words that I write.

I want to summon rivers from irises,
and validate your truth
through my own.
I want to write something so beautiful,
that you have to stand up to read it
and put down your phone,
because you discovered a poem
that you didn’t know you needed.

I want to dance
with my shadows
and battle my demons
in ink,
until even your darkest midnights feel like home,
because you are no longer afraid
of anything.

I want my verses
to put you in a kind of trance
that has you pacing in the kitchen,
with no pants,
at 2 a.m.
with a notebook
and a pen in your hand.
I want to summon poetry
from your fingertips
and unsuspecting lips,
helping you discover
your unknown talent
like magic tricks.

I want to give you a safe space
in literature
where you can reveal
the rawest parts of your existence
to yourself,
where you can honor
that you’ve ever felt
and come to terms
with the rock bottoms you’ve merely escaped,
or still might come to meet

I want to inspire people like you
to write their way home,
back to themselves.
You are not alone.
You can make it out…