SaplingA Poem by FWLeedsAccidental life, intentional deathSprouted out of nowhere, did an unexpected sapling. Born of missing eyes
and coupled with a thirst for life unquenched by almost all that is now living.
It grew at first in shadows, in shadows where one wouldn’t think it
possible for leaves to grow, but grew it did, apparently defying Mother Nature
in her calls for it to gravitate towards the light.
Yes, grew it did. Deaf ears towards the world, the sapling persevered
and somehow mustered up the strength to eke out its existence for times then up
ahead.
It somehow knew. The sapling somehow knew that the life it had was all
it had, and as such gave it absolutely every single thing it had, a kind of
dedication not describable with words.
And yes, grew it did. It grew into the faces of those that had borne
doubt, into once mocking mouths that then found their tongues restrained with
luscious, verdant bonds, oh yes, the sapling grew.
Within my garden walls. My garden is the only place in which it had a
chance to lay its roots, a place it did not choose, a decision made on its
behalf outside of its control.
I wish it had have known. I truly wish it had have known, known that
where it chose to make its home was wrong, as I looked down, its chlorophyll
embrace extended up towards my arms.
I panicked. Confusion as to how or why this little plant survived surged
through my simple mind and magnetised my hand towards the handle of a yearning
nearby spade.
I took the spade in one, then both my hands, and swung it up above my
head which caught a glimmer of the sun as it arced into the air, I left it
there, and thought of nothing.
The spade came down. It came down with a callous force not of its own,
but callous force nonetheless, a cruel blow that more than severed the sapling
from its roots and killed it on the very spot where it once lived. © 2017 FWLeeds |
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