Brothers

We were both born of giants. Seedlings. Carried off and buried deep. Roots splayed beneath. I became tangled in you. Venturing off above ground and into this world, we grew. Sunshine and rain. Wind and ice. Heat. Drought. Grew tall. Grew full. Side by side, the vines of this world engulfed us. Entangled me. Entangled you. Wound 'round us both. Bonded by roots below. Vines above. Solid.

The raging river of regret and trepidation has always whispered to us both but I've always stood just a little closer to it. The wavering woods of whimsy and aversion have always mumbled vague promises to us both but you've always stood just a little closer to them. Somehow, maybe it was a long time coming, throughout a month of floods, a line was carved between us, deep within the saturated soil and we were different. Those muddy waters that have always had more of me than not, seeped in just above the surface and rot settled in.

Our vines, entangled now more than ever- I just didn't have it in me to bear another storm. The sting of those huge pelting raindrops were enough but then the winds howled through us and broke me. It was subtle at first. We both heard the deafening crack. We froze in our tracks, eyes wide and not daring to breathe. We looked around and saw nothing different, at first. And then the weight of my body sunk into yours and try as you might, you couldn't hold us both.

The snapping of a lifetime of vines drowned my senses. Our eyes locked in silent shock and desperation as I fell down, down, down. It's what the river's always wanted anyway. Always wanted me. As I lay here, only one vine between us remains and it's stretched ever so tight. I close my eyes, feel the steady waves caress my face and breathe deep. I can still see you, so much closer to the woods than me now. 

What of this single, forlorn vine between us? Our roots ever entwined, affect naught these rippling tides. 

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This si so well written. You have an amazing talent there. Your story really draws the reader in. We can't always hold on to that someone as we grow, for we often grow in different ways despite similar or the same experiences. Very captivating story.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer. The story in the poem. Deep and honest. Struggle to hold on and to follow. Not always possible.
"Our vines, entangled now more than ever- I just didn't have it in me to bear another storm. The sting of those huge pelting raindrops were enough but then the winds howled through us and broke me. "
I liked the complete poem. The above lines stood out to me. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote