Poem

Light Abrasions

I can’t grow

Like an exiled olive tree

To a foreign land

I can’t grow

In this hostile soil

With a killer weed

Wrapped around my feet

I can’t grow

Not without a caring hand

I can’t grow

Not without a gentle wind

That kisses my leaves, and

Hugs to greet

I can’t grow

I wish I can take my roots and go

But my hands are tied

And my wounds are raw