Maybe our demeanors never change
Maybe our minds never stay the same
Maybe our souls are damned for eternity
Maybe our actions will change our destinies.
We may grow like ivy crawling up the side of our homes
We may be frozen by the first frost of the season
Trapping us in a state we can no longer escape
Until spring comes to thaw us out
We may become ivy that blossoms
Blossoms into beauty with no imperfections
Blossom and have potential to be something astounding
There is potential lurking…
We may become ivy that grows thorns
When our thorns harm what affects us
It releases a deadly, dangerous poison
And infects our hearts with feelings like envy, turning them black
No matter the ivy growing…
Whether it is poisoned or healing
The ivy has potential, whether it be helpful or harmful
But it is the ivy's choice, a choice we can not influence--ever.
Ivy is a part of nature
It grows in size and shape and develops individuality
Ivy climbs, falls, dips, rises, like simple emotions
Its vines twist and turns so they are that of Daedalus's labyrinth…
Good or bad, wrong or right, it is not for us to decide
We may be frozen, we may be thawed
However, we will not let anything stop us
We are the ivy that is growing
With a certain potential lurking…
This is such a beautiful metaphor. I love the imagery, and the allusions, and the mythology and symbolism and aaaaarrghhh--the literary nerd in me just adores this whole piece. So gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI just love the metaphor between us and the ivy, it gives the reader a sense of strength and warmth. My favorite, is the stanza about the ivy's thorns, in similarity to humans' flaws. We all are nurtured and grow different from each other, and you've really captured that in this poem. It's so beautiful!
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