ROOTBOUND

I wanted to grow,
But you kept pruning me.

I wanted to spread my roots,
Soak up new experiences and new opportunities,
But you kept me planted in the same container.

I wanted to blossom,
But you blocked my sunlight.

Finally, when I was sickly, yellowed, and withering,
You threw me away,
Container, roots, branches, wilted blossoms, and all.

(6-20-2005)
(rev. 12-6-2008)