Rhetoric

A year and a half in housekeeping
	behind and done and gone
Having never known such strife
	or lived through work so long
No longer quite so young
As a result, a different view
	between you and me, the things we knew
	The difference of a sprout and flower
Time, it's power
	has instigated the law of continuous change
To show it's range: 
	A tree grows
		in smog and mud and rain
		battered by heavy winds
		it bends, it twists
		and knots persist
		it does everything to gain
		a foothold
		such strong roots
		born of will, such pain
The point is this
As I am enduring it no longer
	in retrospect, I see
I did not get beaten down and emerge stronger
I did not slowly wither, to later thrive
This truth ought be spoken
I was broken
	and reshaped into what I became
	to survive

Feb. 2010