Tortoise Waits Poem by Phillip Knight

The poetry of promise,
Written solely for some.
Inside these thoughts
Harmonies are sacred.
They speak of history and future.

Treasure troves of skylight caught,
Kept for darkened days.
Away precious flower
Your death spreads pollen of life
Breathing beauty into dirt.

From inside the shell
Tortoise emerges,
Finally ready to share in the world.
Slowly moving out,
It's hurtful glance of resentment
At all it's missed shows nothing but failure.

Green with envy, like so many others
Not accepting the indecision
That led to this place.
So often overshadowed
By ones own father,
We look down to disappointment,

Some have something to say,
Though this does not make them brave.
We couldn't express to our owners
Who we are,
And so into the sewers we go.
Under skin, hidden.