An Attempt at Being

I remember when I was growing
Like Morning Glories climbing
weeds and fences and spreading wings and petals and flourishing vines
All over
And in the morning when I opened
It was
Warm
And
Comforting
And I felt like
Every night
When I closed my petals, I closed them around something Real.
And now I have run into...
There is not a place to...
How can I...?

And in the morning when I open
Sometimes there is no sun
And at night I close my petals around
Only Myself
Who feels...
Sometimes not real at all.

And I suppose I have come to the end of something,
But I don't know why...
A great expansive garden surrounds me -
But I was planted too near the flagstone.
And so I blossom,
But I do not grow.