Half of Two Forests

Ciana Rucker

Am I Of either place? Two glorious And one me Too glorious And then me Not enough So it seems.

Too much there And lacking here Changing as I spring from toadstool To pinecone and to different lands; Am I a prodigy of adaptation? Could I be the epitome of survival of the fittest? In my one-ness, Outside two luscious forests, I can only step one foot into.

Am I the anomaly Of the century? I’ve always wanted magical powers. To shape and shift And wave my handDelicate sparkles above accepted hands. But I am the same; Changes remain locked in those creatures’ eyes; LightOr is it darkGlaring out through the keyhole.

I wonder if I have the key, But my neck is empty And the creatures Don’t seem to want to help me. But it’s not help me, Not only me, As I am no divergent, and I am no stray born for this fray.

Because I believe this torturing and narrow, Drought-stricken, Lonely land between

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Must imprison many Right? Must hide mix-matched souls behind bars of dirt-Souls hoping to understand The forests around us.

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