6/26/2023 0 Comments Poems from the outsiders![]() ![]() The small, shorter trees envied his heightĪnd his long arms which sprung with new birthįor the tips of this tree were not even in sight His roots had more water, his branches, more height His tree trunk was stronger, his blossoms more bright With green leaves that swayed in the breeze. This is still pretty fragile stuff for me. ![]() I hope this resonates with some of you, and if it doesn’t, be gentle. ![]() And I have to admit that nothing has changed very much. If you’ve ever felt like an outsider, this one’s for you. This poem, which I wrote when I was 14, is dedicated to anyone who ever longed to feel ordinary, who ever wanted to dim their light and sparkle less, so they could fit in. (I politely declined – these were my private poems and not meant for public viewing.) I was cleaning out my storage unit and came across the book of poems I wrote as a young girl – the book a publisher wanted to publish back when I was 15. ![]()
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