Saturday, March 8, 2014


Since a very early age,
they told me that I was meant to serve,
that I would grow among people to heights
much beyond theirs but I should never forget 

where I came from - 
Use your strength in favor of the weak.
Learn to heal scratches.
Never get too attached.

I have taken names for the sake of true love,
I have cried reading over people's shoulders,
I have witnessed deaths and births,
I have been embraced.

I once fell in love with a man
who sat on the bench nearby and 
observed me for hours in silence.
His breathing around me felt like completeness.

(Written for a writing game with Matthew Temple)
(Note: the persona in this poem is a tree)


  1. I get a first sense that he should have been more alive, but despite some echoes of that I know that to feel a love's breath that doesn't box you in is rather refreshing. To serve requires love.. Haunting poem.

  2. Thought provoking poem, Kenia.

  3. Those last two stanzas... Just magnificent. I want to cut them out and stick them on my heart.

    1. Kenia, I did not know in advance that you were writing from the tree's viewpoint - now I read it again, I can see it. I'm amazed at how well the perspective works on a metaphoric level.

  4. Okay, totally not fair that I'm supposed to come up with something after Kerry's perfect comment!

  5. Thank you beautiful women, for your lovely comments. Should I have told you in advance that the persona in the poem is a tree or were you able to tell it immediately? I've added a footnote. <3

  6. I didn't catch that right away, but it's so clear now, making the poem even better.

  7. This is just gorgeous.

  8. wow. this reads like an adult version of Shel Silverstein's book ~