How far back
would we need to look
to figure out
what caused this crook.

Were you bending,
reaching for the light
or curling away from some
horrible fright.

Yearning for safety
or enjoying the sight,
what caused this twist
that was never made right.

Twisted, marked,
wounded deep,
what are the secrets
that you keep.

Would it help, I wonder
if you knew
what happened and
whose roots grew you.

©2014 Sharron R. McMillan

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2 Responses to Twisted

  1. hernibs says:

    Thank you. 😉



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