a thirty year perfect storm of words
and circumstances
tumble weeds rioting
dust smoking
guns tingling
I’m going to be me
not so I can show them
not so that I can prove anything
not for attention
let him be the hero
for however long that lasts
I honestly don’t care
roaming another land
taking life’s stand
trees bow, pine needles pierce
the humble ground
he tries to reach upward for sky spaces
I’m sorry for trying too hard
for being too perfect, seemingly
actually, all along…
I was as splintered as the fire wood
but no matter what, you never would have understood
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Oof, this one hits deep but keeps its cool! Splintered, sure—but also solid. ✨
Fantastic poem! Great work!
It was so lifting and then the arse dropped out - splintered! Very good job!