Never Wish To Be A Bonsai Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

life is a work of art
alone, scared and cowardly
i suppose everyone
has their own experience

tend to hide
to a safer place; protected
but never bloom
to its fullest

like a tied bonsai
planted in a limited space
an art they say
but i disagree

i still want to be free
to naturally grow in the wild
harmful it may be
but i'm not scared

this surely make me smile
to every sprout i made
i stretch my faith
as time mend my broken heart