Three sprouts

A story about growing up.

Three sprouts

three thirds split open by aching discomfort

we are similar friends yet disparate enemies 

we say "There is so much we just "haven't done yet"

But in time we will grow like almond trees 

We were three sprouts grown from the ground 

three sprouts without light or nourishment 

three sprouts that cried, but heard the sound 

of constant pain and belittlement 

We had no light, only anger and control 

abandoned and suffocated, our starving overfeeding 

we need only comfort so that we are whole 

but they tell us to "stop wanting, caring and needing" 

 In our time we've got 

Socrates,

 broke knees 

beg and please

 Gone. 

control freak 

 Choke - squeeze

 Oversees

 Done.

I only hope these 

thoughts are drained out from our heads 

So that we can see it isn't our soil that makes us 

but where we lay our beds. 

I conclude The Support and comfort of our trio 

we are lions cubs with a surrogate mother 

we've taken the red pill and we're all neo 

I have two sprouts and wouldn't want any others.

Author's Note

general feedback welcome, please don't be too brutal, sorry about the blue lmao couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.