Paroles

Daylight spilled through the living room window
after your father cut back the bushes in our front yard,
their six-year growth
now done hiding us from passers-by
We both remarked how much more natural light came in
and how it made the room feel bigger and brighter
I asked why we had let it grow so out of control
and you said it was just something that happened
little by little and before we knew it,
we had forgotten how it used to be
I think that's true of most things
When I stopped writing,
it was only supposed to be for a short break,
but little by little, days began to grow into weeks,
then months, then years
As if awakened from a great slumber,
I had found myself covered in overgrowth
I was ensnared in a job that I hated
that had sapped my desire to do anything else but get by
Still foggy, I tested my hands for strength
and began to slowly cut back each branch away from me,
their heavy growth
now done hiding me from passers-by
Written by: Keith Latinen
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