The Apple Doesn’t Fall a Long Way from a Tree
This one fell and pulled the tree down too.
The Apple Doesn’t Fall a Long Way from a Tree
They say I’m just like her,
Fine,
She carved her name into every bruise I wore,
Taught me silence like scripture,
Taught me rage like song.
She smiled while she burned the roots,
fed me poison in lullabies,
and called it love.
Now I bloom with teeth,
I rip the sun out of morning skies,
I watch sweetness rot and call it justice.
You made me,
You grew me under blood moons,
in soil thick with secrets.
So when I fell,
not far, just hard,
I cracked the ground,
and took the tree down with me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
You have come a long way and saw the light. For this poem tells a story of hate that turned to love. Good job.
This is raw, haunting, and powerfully written. Every line hit like a truth long buried. The imagery of inherited pain and transformation is so intense — especially 'I bloom with teeth' and 'fed me poison in lullabies.' It’s a brutal yet beautiful reclamation of power. Truly stunning work.