Ivy
Published in
Jul 19, 2020
We are the vines
That cling to the rooted tree,
Green, afraid to leave
The place where we first sprouted.
But eventually, the tree grows old,
Its shade thins and fails
To protect us from the insistent sun
Who demands our face in the light of day.
So, we creep
Out of our protective shadows
Slowly forward, then back again
Inching out a twisted, winding path
In a life we’re never quite sure of
Toward something we’ve never seen,
But hope against hope is still there.