Green is the Colour of my Confidence
Run into the woods.
The trees did not grow tall and wide,
worrying about the future,
worrying about what other trees thought of them.
Anxiety didn’t keep them in bed all day, unable to move.
They were unable to move and grew majestic in spite of it.
Lessons are learned from the best,
and who better at being than the trees.
Run into the woods.
One foot in front of the other,
each step a seed of confidence,
confidence to run with instead of away from.
Pass gnarled branches like the quirks and features that have irked you.
We are born beautiful like the trees,
so learn to love yourself.
And if you’re not ready yet,
Then run into the woods.
-d. Evagreens-
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Posted Jul 25, 2014, 6:09 AM UTC
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Love the connection between the person and the trees. Always a fan of naturalistic images since that is where we came from originally. I think one thing I might watch is the repetition in the third and fourth lines. I think it helps the pace of the poem just might look different and have a different feel for the reader to keep it more diverse. Thought the poem came into its own in the second stanza with "seeds of confidence" loved the connection there.
yeah maybe that worrying needs some editing heh, thanks for the feedback.
I'd disagree about the repetition in the 3rd and 4th lines. Its true that improper use of repetition can have a negative impact on a poem, but it was perfectly executed here. It sums up perfectly what trees care about: nothing. Which is awesome.