Friday, November 20, 2015

While I Grow

I'm too sensitive
for the blunt force
of your stick

I won't
harden my shell
to make it thick

I watch
as you try to 
bleed me dry

But I have fists
resting
in my veins

You won't
burn me out
or use red
to paint my name

The truth
you think 
you know
makes me
run wild
beneath the moon's
yellow glow

And it's there
where you can watch
while I grow
and grow
and grow

-November 2015

26 comments:

  1. To find that place of strength has be the only way to grow (and win)

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    1. Very true, Bjorn! Nice to see you on this Sunday :)

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  2. I don't think anyone should be given the power to bleed someone dry. Keeping those 'fists' is important. I like the last stanza. Yes, grow and grow and grow!

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    1. Thank you, Mary!! Glad to see you today :)

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  3. I LOVE this - "while I grow and grow and grow". Wonderfully uplifting!

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Sherry!! :)

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  4. Goodness.. that was vivid and strong in the end. Need to grow and find that strength...

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    1. We all do! Thanks for the visit, thotpurge :)

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    1. It's surely needed to grow :) Thank you, Rosemary :)

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  6. Torie, i am not too sure if this poem is about being rebellious, but i believe a person should have their own space to grow. just like you said in the last strophe of your poem.

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    1. This poem is about many different elements that life brings. Thanks for your thoughtful comment, dsnake1 :)

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  7. there is a sense of waiting for later in the poem but no evidence of turning the tables - just the will not to allow "red/to paint my name" - a thought-provoking piece of marvellous poetry

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    1. Yes, the will not to let certain things in life change who we are at the core. I appreciate your commenting and visit :)

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  8. Fundamentally no one can stop us form growing - once we understand that it is within us..no matter the circumstances - may you forever grow..and bloom

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    1. You're very right!! Pleasure to see you, Jae Rose :)

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  9. What a beautiful defiant poem to life. Yes, let it watch you grow!

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    1. Growing is a wonderful thing! Thank you, Myrna :)

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  10. Love the portrayal of inner strength to fight oppression and to grow under even the most dire circumstances. Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Oh, thank you for the wonderful comment, Sanaa!! :)

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  11. Amen! Grow! I don't know if the beating is physical or mental, but rendering it ineffective is the best way past. (Unfortunately, terrorists and defenders know this, equally.)

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    1. We must persevere! Thank you for the visit, Susan :)

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  12. it feels like under the soul force. It's too much all...

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