the sapling

You bend, but are you broken

How far now have you gone

You bend but stand not broken

For you are nobody’s pawn

My love you are not broken

This I can clearly see

My friend you stand not broken

For now you stand with me

Those weak once bent are broken

But you’re not one of these

I know I’ve not misspoken

For being bent is my disease

May you never bend again

And may you not be broken

You will learn to rise up then

This poem is your token