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The Foreign Plant

I was once a seed A seed wrongly rooted A seed away from home A seed on a craggy Mountain An alpine plant once told me, “You are not one of us.” My two month old self Knew none of that Winter arrived shortly after Layers of snow swallowed me Darkness surrounded me The Abyss imparted itself Only Time took pity on me Yet it merely enhanced my suffering I remained trapped in my misery Again, without my family My vision blurred My looks changed My stem hunched over My leaves darkened It was Spring’s light That extricated me Though, somehow, my roots Still trembled in pain The cycle repeated itself, Until Life gave in I felt the release I’m no longer just a seed Today, I’m an oak tree High up on the mountain Still growing despite my past, Though with a different outlook Acceptance from Mother Nature Friendship with flora and fauna Yet, I still have much to desire And so I will thrive beyond my roots

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 4/7/2017 12:53:00 AM
This is a great personification! Absolutely wonderful, and a true metaphor. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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