uprooted

uprooted

A Poem by Jo Schmo

standing in a field as a child felt like magic 

i was just a blade of grass, surrounded by infinite green 

my small size did not influence my indestructibility. 



and even though now i’m a towering tree 

i'm drowning in the abundance of my surroundings, 

and the lightest of breezes has enough strength to uproot me

© 2014 Jo Schmo


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Jo Schmo
ignore grammar.

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Added on February 18, 2014
Last Updated on February 18, 2014
Tags: fields, poems, grass, childhood, small, growing up, trees, destructible

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Jo Schmo
Jo Schmo

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Haven't written in years. I am using this an anonymous outlet that's more organized than countless untitled word documents and notebooks. more..

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A Poem by Jo Schmo