How could I grow

It's quite amusing,  finding myself in an unpleasant situation Can't grow Am tied to the ground My roots spreading as far as a new born baby croweth Am I coming back or going forward dry , sandy , lonely Not even a single baobab can survive This environment Then comes me trying to bear fruits In a dark ,barren and unpromising place How unrealistic is that I try to go a mile but the sand Keeps pulling me backwards As if its not enough fearful hunger , thirst And Sharp sun portrays my skin Putting me in this cage sending a Drought of sad emotions Leaving me all dry and exhausted Sulking in the dirty hot dark corner emotions evaporated along with the hope To escape this place Even the inner hope sef Couldn't hold on Then who am I to try and fight this battle That has left me to shiver in this scorching heat  Even the fruits I had set to bear Are all worn out Then how could I grow Run It's easy to say When you have the legs to use And road to run upon ✍️@#Deoline