Untrellissing Myself

Trifecta: Week 105

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.