When u look
Do u see my individual
That made your sacrifice whole
Or the misaligned screws
That broke off from your iron walls
Do u see my flowers that have blossomed despite thinned roots
Or the crooked branches that caved to the pressures of the cold
Do you see my strength that holds the spirit of many matriarchs
Or the rusty remnants of a lost generation
What hurts - is it your feelings or your expectations
Will you ever decipher between the two
Will you ever want to know if there is anything beneath the mud, will you ever choose me over your comfort
Who do you see
When you look
Do you lament for
Who you wanted me to be
Or do you see me
About the Creator
Tuli
Hi, I hope you feel something from my poetry.
I write primarily for the gracious generation born to lost caregivers
May you one day be inundated with the flowers you always deserved
I also dabble in the genres of the random and corny :)
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