Recently I got inspired to draw an illustration to one of my poems from “On The Outskirts Of My Soul” book that I published March, 2011. The poem is called “We’re Growing Crippled” (read it below) Let me know what you think!
You make my heart cry.
The land is dry and
My tears are not enough
To wet it all.
The trees don’t like their garden.
They’d rather have their roots dug out
Somewhere where rain falls down on all in season.
Where they could grow
And jealous ones won’t choke them all for that.
You make my heart cry,
Oh, gardener, I am a tree.
Cut lose our chains
We’re growing crippled.