the photosynthesis of healing (with Emory Hall)

What will become of this story inside my chest?

Will I excavate it from my bones give it light and water, and air?

Let it bloom into a garden of flowers in your name?

Or will I let it stay and let you bury me?

This is the question I am always asking myself:

What will become of my stories: gardens or graveyards?

The photosynthesis of healing