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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The Bamboo Bridge

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a bridge stretched and where to end

i know not where the point to bend

ignored the weights the hold to carry

enough heavy loads to be called a mighty

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an ace done in sturdy bamboo finished

art form though rough spots were not wished

life guaranteed and survived to last

the anger of the sun, rain and dust

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suffered the injury the hurt it endured

being stepped upon the safety was ensured

more ways than one the manner you’ve crossed

created a shake boldness in you withdrawn

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unmindful as you walked when you saw the bend

sad turn of events at times had to end

lives were down bitter times should not extend

like a bamboo bridge strong to be a friend

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