Breaking Sticks



I started off as a single seed, flying through the air, not even trying to find a place to grow on
it was as if the tree I once flew away from was trying to stretch its leaves out, enough for me to not get caught by a breeze and go to far, because I landed very close to it
As I slowly dug into the soil next to the tree I felt safe
As my stem grew in the hot summer, I felt safe to have the its shadow
As my branches slowly stared reaching new places I felt comfortable to have the tree next to me
But as I grew, branch by branch and then stick by stick, I suddenly realized that cold shadow being cast by the tree next to me. My space was suddenly limited and the formerly cool feeling felt more like a freezing chill.
The tree's branches were growing so close it created a thick impermeable barrier between me and the world
Now my only rescue would be to out grow it...
... but can a child really outgrow its parent?

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Scattered Child


You lie cold on the ground, guts visible for everyone who wants to see, but with their high pitched shrieking and their rushing past, everyone shows us how much of a sight you are to them
Are you even still there to understand what has happened to you or am I talking to myself?
Deep confusion strikes me of how you within that single moment managed to go from soaring through the skies to lying flat on the asphalt, even if it never was my task to keep an eye on you
Gazing at all the passing cars I find that the blood of whom I once looked up to the most, now is smudged all over the possible murderers' feet
The only way for you to answer my questions requires me to run down those dark, lonely stairs
But the question is, are you really worth my anguish? Maybe all the car drivers are doing the right thing by just driving past you.

I guess birds get run over every day...
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