Grown Up Wild

Grown Up Wild

A Poem by Brett Hernan





Must
have been,
or
been made
to,
grow up,
wild.

Alone,
in there.

No-one,
ever.

Falling
correctly

is part of
flying.











© 2017 Brett Hernan


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Poignant, contemplative poem. Some childhoods are unmerciful, or worse-unparented. This poem conveys the child’s pain. Concisely expressive, stark form, flow. Great.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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 Added on November 17, 2017
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Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



About
Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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