Trial of Tree
I think, therefore I am
Yet, you placed your ideology
Onto me, shaping me.
As I was a seedling,
You watered me;
a downpour of politics
a waterfall of what is right and wrong
a shower of your shortcomings
Mistakes which you made,
but have taught me so I would not duplicate.
I used to take it as criticism,
criticalness lead to craving
craving positive recognition.
But as a seedling grows,
breaking through cement,
weathering wind and storm,
growing strong enough to live freely
It becomes a mighty tree;
with cuts and burns, yes,
but through the trials
A transformation has been complete.