Burnt by the sun…
Shaken by the wind…
Thrown out to the ground,
my branches were broken down…
There were days when
I could touch the clouds…
Trying to reach out to the skies...
And not looking down ...
But before I could do that,
the chain-saw of madness,
ignorance and disbelief
cut me just to bring me down…
When ones seeds are planted
ones mission is clear.
Because seeds of compassion and love
were planted by the ones who planted me.
There is no turning back…
I can't grow down…
I have to go up ...
I need to touch the clouds
I need to stand tall...
You can break me...
you can cut me...
you can even burn me...
But only to the ground.
My roots will always remain…
My mission will always be there.
So, I will grow and grow...
until the day, when I'll be
too tall to be touched…
too thick to be cut…
and too strong to be shaken up.
Comments
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Wow!!! this is an excellent poem, I like how you compared your pain and hope to a tree! I am not normally a fan of personification, as I feel its more like an autobiography, and I often find that childness, but no, not about this one, I like the maturity in which this is written. I am truly in awe about this one and mind you, i read it twice and slowly! which mean I really liked it. I specially love the verse where you said " When ones seeds are planted, ones mission is clear." but I loved those lines more. how true, and I know exactly what you're talking about here. I think this is true poetry, we all have talent to write, but few who really understand the emotion and make it powerful as this write.
Brava!
Thanks for sharing this moonchild!
Love and light,
Lencio
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