Friday, September 12, 2008

Chip

I journeyed back to where the seed
became a pliant sprout
and quickly grasped the tragic need
to harbor constant doubt

for many elements can force
a tender stem to bow
by battering without remorse
the strength to disavow.

Environmental factors spurred
formation of a bark
that helps deflect debris that’s stirred
when howling tempests spark

but also hinders any form
of flexibility
with rigidness that borders on
insensibility.

2 comments:

Shirley said...

All are vulnerable at times and we all have our fences that keep the world out... and keep us in. Every night when we lock the doors I wonder if I feel safer because I'm locking the world out or because I've locked myself in! I like this one. ;)

rch said...

thanks