Be a Vine

Prose Poem

Ellie Burgin — Pexels

I never learned to write between the lines — I guess I never felt confined by rules; you should have seen me color.

Sometimes, my life is filled with rhymes — The kind that wrap inside my mind, they twist and turn until I find a place where I can feel less blind. Flickers of light in my dark — Sometimes, my life is filled with rhymes.

I was told to plant my feet, but I prefer to grow and climb — I’m not afraid to be a vine; where I can twist between each line and reach for height’s beyond design — I guess I never felt confined by rules.

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