Severed (2010)
bound
I was
by fear and myth and legend
free
I am
by paths of my own invention
not soft
I came
to the ends of my contention
not hard
I thought
nor with disguised intention
returned
to grow
and found the soil lacking
and still
still same
those still same toxic words I heard
“fell this limb
it will grow no more” they say
and I
no longer part of the tree
will wither and die
axe
in hand
I make the final stroke
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Do you wither and die or land in the river like a plant cutting to take root and thrive? Maybe the Axe also lands in the river to rust and add nourishment down stream. Taking lives no more… rather, adding vitality with it’s raw elements.
Stories. How I love finding fireflies in the darkest of dusk.
One day I believe I will rewrite this one but for now I like that it is so open to interpretation.