in #poetry3 years ago


We grow,
Like Springs,
But in Summer, Winter and Autumn

We grow into pines,
Thick with lessons in our spines.

And we grow,
When they cut us open,
We grow,
When they leave us bleeding dry.

Tell me how it isn't phenomenal,
When we break their moulds,
and we still flourish when we defy.

Paint me with a thousand curses
And incenerate me with a thousand more,
Cut me down with your axe,
But I will grow like all the times before.

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