A Home Grown Bonsai: A new seed to extinguish the old

Channeling the ouch into something else.

I must say I’m a creature of habit,

Trained to be frightened, like a small rabbit. 

My heart seems to flutter at the thought light,

Of never hearing your soft voice at night.  

In flutters opportunity at large,

Making a sound name that puts me in charge!

Still the heart verberates low in my chest,

How long will ‘alone’ push against my breast?

The woods release waters from the home crest,

I don’t want this beast to control my zest. 

Tame the fear and steer to the open sea, 

Allow my soul to guide me to, "see free". 

A dream is but a sleep away to feel,

The rise of all that is good, true, and real.

Author's Note

I really hope I out grow this, I always take to writing on here when I'm feeling homesick for a certain kind of attention...

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Wow. You're so seasoned at poetry. Its amazing and awesome.

[Davidgeo]

For some reason this reminded me of the disney animated robin hood movie from 1973

[Grumpie]

I've been on an old movie binge, I'll go investigate!

[Davidgeo]

That movie is high nostalgia for some of us. I couldn't tell you if it's actually good or not, the nostalgia bias is extra heavy for me on that one.

[Davidgeo]

(it's fantastic... it really is, I swear)