The Survivor…

by : bacardi gold
29/09/2020



suffer the daily cries of stress
reactions to praise and hurting pressures
applauds and criticisms for my courage to grow
even on a near – death body
my parent mother craved for the mud below

managed to leaf on my mother’s node
despite her being unkindly strangled
together with other members of my kind
afloat all of our lives on the lake’s water
raft for humans, not knowing to evolve after

but what can leaves of an offspring can do
no soil to give rise of my maturing roots
dripping on the water which i hungered for a land
to see my future nodal buds of my own
giving life to another bamboo, humans have known …

strip us of the strings that bind us without mercy
bring us to the forest where we can thrive freely
or to a soil where a caretaker can keep us trimmed
control our growth, to be small in a pot, we could be decorative
in the forest we could be giants, in a home we could be petite…

-o0o-

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Bacardi Gold

It's nice to be back writing again in Wordpress.com. I guess my time will provide me space to breath a little and write a little. This unique moment is pressing me to squeeze whatever little thoughts I have in my brain and share them with you. Friends of all colors and beliefs, please support me for this endeavor as we spread friendship and understanding worldwide.

8 thoughts on “The Survivor…”

  1. Thanks for visiting me and leaving a couple of likes. (House of an Old Woman and It Takes a Village) I’m returning your visit and wishing you well as you resume your blogging venture.

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  2. That is an intriguing picture; to think that new foliage could sprout under those conditions. I agree, it should be planted and given the chance to grow and prosper.

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