i am a baby root
a nervous sprout of unadulterated eager
of the unknown and the unexplored
paving up to life.
i am a somber pebble
watchful observer in the corner
settling on my rigid back, moss
and the realization of being left behind.
i am a naked bough
easily broken by words tipped
with poison and ruthless abandon
bare against the light of the moon.
i am a fallen leaf
withered and battered and beaten
shattered under a worn-out boot
just as i reach the barren ground of hope.
i am a unopened bud
unable to bloom; neither girl nor woman
trapped in this rigid maze
they title life.