I’m a tree,
growing inside
a prison made of glass.
I’m the only one in the forest,
trapped in this cage.
I’m suffocating by my own tangled roots. My branches are snapped each time they exceed the air holes
of my cage.
I can only feel the small breeze of the wind. I’m watching, through the glass walls, other plants growing to become
magnificent trees.
Jealousy is rotting inside me.
Dead leaves fall all around me.
It’s pumping my forces,
transforming me into a dead tree.
I dream
to be out of this cage,
having my roots inside the earth, the wind blowing in my branches, drinking clear water,
being able to feel the sun
directly on my tree trunk.
I wish
I could become a beautiful tree,
free from this cage.
ABOUT
I am a young artist and writer from France. I just graduated from a master’s in art.
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