Stuck In between

Don't you hate it when gum gets stuck on your shoe?
That you can just be walking along, when all of a sudden something pulls you back, and for a second you are at a standstill. Then you have to twist and turn, and wriggle yourself free, but still that little piece remains.
Don't you hate it when gum gets stuck on your shoe?

But how do you think the gum feels?

Discarded at the loss of flavor.
Left to rot in the street.

Then suddenly pulled in two directions.
Stuck perfectly in between.

Then it is forced this way and that,
desired to be disposed of once again.
Then violently ripped apart.


Don't you hate it when gum gets stuck on your shoe?

Don't you think it's worse for the gum than it is for you?

Disoriented

Do you know that feeling you get when you are spinning too fast?

That dizzy, stomach-in-your-throat, lightheaded feeling?

The one where you can't tell left from right or

Up 

from

Down

That is how I feel at this moment.

Disoriented. 

Like I am spinning at at a rate much to rapid

And I am unable to stop.

Like the hands on a clock

I am compelled to keep rotating.

Like a top that never falters and fails.

Like a dancer forced into a trillion pirouettes.

If only my feet would fumble.

If only I would fall on un-even ground.

If only my battery would fall out.

Then,

I could stop this feeling.

Like I am spinning out of control,

Unable to catch my breath.

Trees Fallen Too Soon

What happens to the trees that are never allowed to grow?

The ones who are stifled,

before they even really grasp their roots.

What happens to these saplings who can never fully stretch?

Who try as hard as they might 

yet are hindered by unforeseen obstacles

awakening in the dead of night.

As hard as they try to 

Press

Onward.

Upward.

What happens when they are ripped from their home,

Left to 

Shrivel 

and 

Die?

How must they feel as stumps

Forever seeing the sky,

Yet unable to touch it.

Do they Remember the hope they once felt

when they believed they could one day

grip the stars?

Do they Remember the warm summer breeze

causing their leaves to dance?

Do they Remember the cold winter months,

naked and shivering?

Do They Remember the 

Hope Of Spring?

What happens to the trees that are never allowed to grow?

Do they recall the times of 

Good 

and 

Bad?

Or do they simply cease to be at all?