Soil without leaves

Leaves are my sleeves

writes the soil

I wear blouse with sleeves

to carry intense pounding

when you stand next to me

right after they step on me

You see how my sleeves

swirl so lightly

when the wind blows

it’s the same every time

you walk with me

The heart is moving

the cool from wind gets me

but I’m afraid to swirl

along with it

because the wind

may then stop coming

You may stop coming

I’ll then be

soil without leaves

soul without sleeves

In this poem, I’m trying to portray feeling passive and aggressive towards our personal feelings. The simple helplessness of not being able to make up one’s mind even though we know what we want. So, I’m thinking it’s the courage that’s suppose to make a choice. In this case, it’s the fear of losing a covering.

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