Here is a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class. The theme is self-discovery, as sometimes we all have to reject blind faith and find things out on our own. I present to you, “Hack”:
I want to cut you down and count the rings.
I want to take an axe and hack away,
But I can’t do either of those things,
Unless I want to ruin a life today.
They told me you were 600 years old,
And you’ve stood tall for centuries on end.
I do not believe the words I’m told,
And I wish I were not such a loyal friend.
If I saw you down and count the rings,
Then the age would cease to be,
And all monsters, as living things,
Need to grow and die like me.
I want to take an axe and hack and hack,
To find the truth beneath your bark,
As a self-proclaimed lumberjack,
To find out who you really are.
But what’s the cost to discover truth?
Taking a life that would never fight back.
But I’ve been a victim of blind faith since youth,
So, unsure of myself, I pick up my axe.