Unearthed - Poem by Sophia White
“Bloom where you’re planted, ” they said,
“From your cradle until you’re dead.”
You cried, but meekly bowed down
Beneath their withering frown.
“Get the silliness out of your head!
Plant your feet on the ground, instead! ”
Oh, the tears you let fall!
Yet you made yourself thrall.
You watch them walk smugly around,
Their feet glued to firm ground.
And you comply, blooming bright.
Smiling sweetly in the light.
But oh! In the dark cloak of night!
You feel the bars of your life
Constrict and shave like a knife
Pinning you to earth iron-tight,
When you long to be in free flight!
“Bloom where you’re planted! ” they cry
When they see you go running by,
Headed for the open, open sky!
Your roots are by now grown quite deep
But you’ll never go back to sleep.
Not now that you’ve tasted the sky.
Not now that you’ve learned how to fly.
You’ve unearthed. Now wave sweetly goodbye.
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