I am too young to feel this sore
My wooden feet pull from the wooden soles
I sit in the wooden chair with my wooden spine aching
Yet I am no Walt Disney character, no no no
I have not been written with fairy tales and magic wands
My whole body feels like tired wood
Worn wood
Wooden bench sat on by thousands
A house's wood that has seen too many families
Fire wood that is stored only to be burned later for other people's enjoyment
But I want to crawl into a tree and grow with it
Every cell in my body transforming into one of the tree's rings
To grow translucent green leaves and say goodbye to them in winter
To stretch my body and sprawl into every individual branch
To drink plentifully from my roots when the sky cries
To be so still but hold so much life
I would like to sit loftly above houses and have children create entire kingdoms upon me full of memories and imagination free of limits
I would like to hold a swing or a hammock
I would like to grow backwards and be 6 years old again
To swing on the cheap 2 by 4 wood my dad hung from our magnolia
To love trees as I used to
To look forward to warm sun, a tree swing, and the "big kid" chapter books
I would like to be a tree
But I would rather be myself again
-G.A.
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 4:29 PM UTC
I am too young to feel this sore
My wooden feet pull from the wooden soles
I sit in the wooden chair with my wooden spine aching
Yet I am no Walt Disney character, no no no
I have not been written with fairy tales and magic wands
My whole body feels like tired wood
Worn wood
Wooden bench sat on by thousands
A house's wood that has seen too many families
Fire wood that is stored only to be burned later for other people's enjoyment
But I want to crawl into a tree and grow with it
Every cell in my body transforming into one of the tree's rings
To grow translucent green leaves and say goodbye to them in winter
To stretch my body and sprawl into every individual branch
To drink plentifully from my roots when the sky cries
To be so still but hold so much life
I would like to sit loftly above houses and have children create entire kingdoms upon me full of memories and imagination free of limits
I would like to hold a swing or a hammock
I would like to grow backwards and be 6 years old again
To swing on the cheap 2 by 4 wood my dad hung from our magnolia
To love trees as I used to
To look forward to warm sun, a tree swing, and the "big kid" chapter books
I would like to be a tree
But I would rather be myself again
-G.A.
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