I wasn’t always the black sheep
but what do you expect to grow on poisoned land
the more I grew
the more I consumed
the darker was the thread in the loom
but one day I looked over the fence
and saw a pasture just a shot from eyes view
“it’s too far”
“there’s no way”
“plus who’s even to say if it’s even safe”
a doubt that came around too often
but when the grass you eat and the water you drink
makes you bleed pages worth of potent black ink
what else do you have to lose
so I took the leap into the fresh open green
and noticed the change almost immediately
and now the only black sheep is the shadow that follows me
Average Rating:
You must be logged in to rate this post.
Lovely. I especially liked ” The more I consumed, the darker the thread in the loom.” It is a beautiful metaphor of being in an environment that is stifling.
Thank you for taking the time to read and for your kind words. <3 feedback is always appreciated!
Now the only black sheep is the shadow that follows me 😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨