The Elephant Trap

[LunaDeLore]

When something pretends to be authentic
it’s a rabbit that grows up too slowly;
and everything goes too slowly,
and you ask yourself
—Should I grow up, yet,
between where the spirit enters
and leaves through the same door?
Or, am I more than my past
that gave birth to an anger
that fights, tooth and nail,
for my future,
my freedom,
and my Wile E. Coyote plots to escape it?

shem,

I too found it hard to connect the poem and it brings complex questions into light. Should I grow up in the middle; enter and exit through the same door? It just doesn't feel fun but does illustrate introspection. And maybe perfecting such an element of the work, breaking the questions down and bringing the write together is a key to a more success poem.

I do like it.

Hope I've helped,

Luna