Between two fences
once sprouted a little weed
no one thought much of it
no one looked at it twice
Ignored,
it became a green sapling
growing neck - and - neck
with the height of the fences
Still,
no one thought much of it
no one gave it any second glances
winter might kill it they thought
Besides,
how much longer could it live
sandwiched by two fences
one of metal, one of wood
but live it could - and would
Years passed
and the tree developed
a thick woody trunk
its verdant leaves scraped the sky
and mingled with the clouds
Someday soon,
it will break free
of its constraints
someday soon,
it will leave both fences
bent, warped, obliterated
So you see...
the belief that if you ignore it,
it'll go away - is false
like racism, like domestic abuse
the issue only gets bigger
growing like a weed
unchecked
A stern warning - take action or don't complain later of the consequences. This has the fable-like quality of some of your earlier poem like my personal favoirite Chantelfleurie
Niki, this is a wonderful poem. I especially like how you summed it up at the end: So you see... the belief that if you ignore it, it'll go away - is false like racism, like domestic abuse the issue only gets bigger growing like a weed unchecked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I knew I had read this poem before. I liked it just as much the second time.