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
So into the sewers we go
Under skin, hidden