PLUCK: (transitive verb)
1: to pull or pick off or out
2 a : to remove something (as hairs) from by or as if by plucking
b : rob, fleece
3: to move, remove, or separate forcibly or abruptly
4 a : to pick, pull, or grasp at
b : to play by sounding the strings with the fingers or a pick
Would you believe it if I told you
I know what it’s like to be alone?
That feeling of restlessness,
Confused for boredom, that zone,
If I told you that I know what it is
To not recognize anyone-
To beg them of the past
To reconsider what’s done-
Don’t pluck your child from its perfect life,
Don’t drop it in the middle of the Sahara to fend for itself, for dear life,
If I told you that I’ve cried and bled,
And banged my head,
Walked slower, then faster,
Afraid of coming last or
Gazed down from a height,
Stepping back only after a fight,
An ocean? No.
An ocean carries you, you can float, though
The desert will burn you if you stop, even falter
Sure death if you stop, no end to your wander.
What would you say if I told you
That I’m low on self-esteem,
That your rock is sawdust held together by steam
That I will gladly hold you up
But not until I fall apart
I will burn with a vengeance
Given enough fuel to start
That I sympathize,
But will brook no lies
That I will survive – better days are ahead now
And that just because I’m a little further along that path now
Doesn’t mean I didn’t have to find it first though
Doesn’t mean that you don’t have to find yours first though
So understand, please, that I’m only one person;
That I can’t always be the trellis, that I also need my freedom
To grow and to be
Unfettered and free
And that you’ll be alright if you keep on walking
Don’t look left or right; for a minute stop talking
And just walk.
When you’ve progressed, you’ll know it.
I promise it’ll be worth it.