Branches

Wrote it like two years ago. Don't recall what it means. Take a guess.

On barren earth I laid

Motionless, dulled to the pain

My world about to fade

When lifeless, I chose to trade

For a seed that I planted that day

Life sprang to the surface

Held inside the soil was purpose

That fed the seed every thought deemed worthless

Till it grew past the surface

A trunk grew stronger for it was certain

It would sprout many branches

Offering me more chances

To look beyond what it enhances

To create advances

That while only earning glances

Made the world less barren

Reviews

[Brandon]

Life, in any sense, begins with a seed. A small hope. Before breaking through its shell to enter the world. It's interesting to consider what any of this could mean. A form of personal rebirth? The desire to continue living, even at Death's door? The felling of one tree, simply to allow its progeny to grow from the nutrients it leaves behind? Being so open-ended, this piece does pose a lot of different meanings. It certainly intrigues the inner writer in me.

[Christian Meffert]

I think you hit the nail on the rebirth theme. I wrote this my freshman year of college so that makes sense. Thank you for the comment.