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Poetry

A collection of poetry, some long and some short, exploring a wide range of topics, experiences and genres.

Why?

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by erskineh

by erskineh

(9/8/17)

Why when I finally try to grow

Bugs come and pluck off my leaves, devouring them?

Feet trample me flat in mad dashes, nearly breaking me?

And fingers try to pick my first blossoms?

Why when I finally spread my wings

Tunneling winds bowl me over, spinning me in circles?

Blasts aim at me trying to shoot me down?

And sage flyers leave me in the dust?

Why when I finally open my heart

Claws reach in with poison to strangle it?

Thieves attempt to steal its treasure?

And very few guard it and secure it?

Why, when I finally grow and fly and love,

Does everything seem to conspire against me?

Does that mean I'm doing something wrong?

Or, am I doing something right?