Holding A Seed.A Poem by E. GreeneI'm given a piece of myself.
It's a pitiful thing to behold; alone it is worthless. I'm told to be it's father. To be nurtured, to be heard, to be known, to be loved. Raised in my hand, guided by my sight, protected by my arms, trapped in my shadow. I feel good, grasping this. I have something to belittle. I have something to neglect. An object to despise. © 2014 E. Greene |
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Added on May 1, 2014 Last Updated on May 2, 2014 Author
E. GreeneLakeland, FLAboutI'm an 18 year old high school student. I've never written as a hobby before, but I feel like it might make for a good source of expression. I don't have much skill at writing, so any feedback is take.. more..Writing
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