Thoughts: A Poem


Some thoughts are planted in your mind like a seed;

Unnoticed, maturing in the dark,

Watered and fed by words and deeds until they start to grow;

They push out their roots, take firm hold,

And you only notice they’re there

When it’s far, far too late;

You can trim back their branches all you like,

But their roots run deep, and to cut them out

Would be to cut a chunk out of yourself;

The only thing you can do,

Is stop watering them.

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