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i've grown to a sapling from a seed
barely noticing a change in leaves
i've searched for the most powerful gust of wind
not the grey exhaust smoke fusing
with that which i exhale
almost stale
but making it clearer to see
each breath from my lungs
helping me visualise this proof of life
in the way i used to watch myself bleed
trying to figure out how this thing moves itself around
i've liked 'feminism' on facebook
i dig the way your body fits mine
i've read books
but there are more that i haven't
i'll say i just want to stop, to rest, to lie down
that i've done enough, surely, by now?
but the only language i speak is my own
which doesn't contain anywhere near enough words
to say half of what i feel i want to say
barely noticing a change in leaves
i've searched for the most powerful gust of wind
not the grey exhaust smoke fusing
with that which i exhale
almost stale
but making it clearer to see
each breath from my lungs
helping me visualise this proof of life
in the way i used to watch myself bleed
trying to figure out how this thing moves itself around
i've liked 'feminism' on facebook
i dig the way your body fits mine
i've read books
but there are more that i haven't
i'll say i just want to stop, to rest, to lie down
that i've done enough, surely, by now?
but the only language i speak is my own
which doesn't contain anywhere near enough words
to say half of what i feel i want to say
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Full title: The Best Time to Plant a Tree Was Twenty-Five Years Ago
It's a Chinese proverb, to the effect, I imagine, that people should plant more trees all the time.
But in the opening line of this I likened myself to a tree, and I'm 25, so it seemed super appropriate.
For the Literature Roadtrip Contest - imaginative-lioness.
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I love this, the rhythm of the words create a sense of expectation that sometime should happen, something should result from writing your thoughts down. The disappointment is shared with the responder (oh dear god, this is beginning to remind me of English essays now..) this then creates the need for more, which is the actual longing behind the poem I think. Its lovely, its made me think (as you can probably tell by my unusually large comment) and it has reminded me I'm in year 12 without the usual knot of terror and pain sitting in my chest. It was fantastic to read, your longing for something to happen has helped me feel as through I should do something to make my life happen.