Master created me out of pine
To be delicate and sweet
But I dreamt of becoming something else
Something stronger
Something sturdier
My oak wood brothers
Teased me
Telling me
You'll never be like us
You are far too fragile
But I never believed them
I Rejected the notion that I was just
The sum of my body
I could invent a new me
And I knew I would
Because I am so much more
than just a piece of pine
YOU ARE READING
Abstract Feelings
RandomWatch as I attempt to put my complex feelings into words. Contains poems, letters, and other random snip-it's of my mind's commentary.
