You are a sapling.
At the slightest of breezes,
You thrash, and you shout, and you push
Indignantly against the wind.
You are a sapling because when you lash out
Your fists are crumpled leaves, frail
And not yet stinging.
Your threats are fluttering leaves
Vibrant and provocative
Yet drifting to the ground,
Already breaking underfoot.
I so hope that your rage will abate.
I hope for you to be patient,
And forgiving and calm.
I hope that
Your fists will never sting another,
And your words will never bite
Never tear
Never bruise.
I do not hope for your weakness.
I hope your hands are the smooth trunks of sturdy trees
Never hardened and knotted and
Made into fists.
I hope for you to move with the wind.
For you to be strong.
I do not hope for your hands to be as frail as fallen leaves.
The imagery and language you use gives the reader a very clear message about your poem. I really enjoyed the way you personified the leaves.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE THIS POEM SO MUCH. You did an amazing job with the extended metaphor of a sapling, encouraging the person you're talking to to be strong and persevere through whatever life throws at you, while still being vulnerable. You have so many poetic and golden lines, and I really like "I hope your hands are the smooth trunks of sturdy trees" in particular - it conveys a lot of emotion in the powerful metaphor, and has distinct, creative imagery as well! nice :)
ReplyDeleteMy favorite aspect of you poem is the usage of personification an i really like when you said "words will never bite" it is just a beautiful line and it just makes me happy as a person.
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