I have grown too large for myself,

gray skins split and bleed.

I have sown a forest inside my skull,

branches crack the bone.

I am weeping tears of willow,

my face is overgrown;

I am keeping nothing but the selves

the roots choose to consume.

Growing Pains

One thought on “Growing Pains

  • April 16, 2013 at 7:16 pm
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    You did a wonderful job of linking personal growth to natural imagery. I love the line about “gray skin” especially. Great poem for spring!

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