How Could This Be ?A Poem by Ce Johnson
Started as a seed sprouting out into a tree
This tree grew opportunity, only my two eyes could see Began to gradually shrink into the palms of my small hand Falling into destruction quicker than sinking sand
Standing through the sunshine, Drenching in the rain For me, I thought this was something from which I could gain But in the end, I wish I would have had a hint of what I knew This tree carries pain as if my heart’s broken in two
Sprouting and growing colorful leaves all throughout the day Until night reached and the wind took them away Got sick and tired of the same harsh daily routine The tree chose to no longer grow; this is exactly what it had seemed
Looking back on all my current actions and mistakes This tree’s true experience is one I can relate Going through confusion and the heartache It’s just something now that I can no longer take
So what now, do I travel down the same road It seems to me that all the crap is getting old The same emotions, thoughts… How could this be? Is this the person that others can truly see within me? Why do I continue to let myself do whatever? As if the sunny days won’t turn into stormy weather In the same situation when times come around again Having chances to stop but my mind continues to spin And I give in
Just left alone feeling anger and hurt Like I’ve been used and left in the dirt Telling myself, no, not again, especially not again Turning against my words like I’ve never even said them
So again, should I go left or should I go right Tossing in bed all hours of the night Thinking to myself, which way is best for me Which way will take me to a place where I’ll be free
These questions still remain; I see why things are still the same I know this was one obstacle that tree overcame It may have took time but it still got by Eventually this tree grew high into the sky © 2011 Ce JohnsonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 12, 2011 Last Updated on August 12, 2011 AuthorCe JohnsonMDAboutHello. My name is Cecelia. I love writing, it's one of my passions adding on to singing and dancing. When I can't express my feelings or words with my mouth, I use my hands. That's about it. more..Writing
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