Who are they really?

Who are they really?

A Poem by trying_to_write

Deep in Hundred Acre Woods,

past Piglet and Pooh’s house,

Rabbits’ hole and the big tree,

is Christopher Robin.


Funny little boy he is.

Imagining all those friends.

Winnie the Pooh and his best friend Piglet,

Kanga and her little boy Roo.

High energy Tigger and sad ol’ Eeyore.

And how could I forget Owl?


But under the veil of joy

you all seem to see,

is a darkness that lingers,

unfit for the faintest of hearts.


A simple-minded bear,

with an obsession to honey.

A little piggy,

too anxious to leave his house.

A mother too protective of her child,

who is too dependent on her.


A tigger, unable to focus.

And a donkey, terribly unhappy with his life.

And an owl who wears glasses,

but can only read between the lines.


Last but not least, that funny little boy.

The one who thought up all of these animals.these animals.

Maybe to deal with his own thoughts and feelings,

he created them to take the weight off his shoulders.

For he is only a child,

who shouldn’t have to deal with such burdens.


© 2019 trying_to_write


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trying_to_write

Vancouver, Canada



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