plant a sapling
feed her with rain
warm her with sun
bathe her with care
spray her with air
get rid of her pain
let not her growth be in vain
it is too late for this to be undone
i am the plant you sprung.
no longer young, wiser
surprise her
she does not need you to advise her
poisoned with
boys and
stood with
poise and..
shunned
what is all this for?
if i am just the plant You sprung.
- Author: Amy Joy Alleyne ( Offline)
- Published: March 24th, 2023 18:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Look at me. I am by your design now. You made me what you wanted. You can’t just leave me now.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 7
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