These Apples

Written in my Thur night Writers' Guild in undergrad

You reap what they sow
A see from a tree you never chose
Rotting in the fruits of their labors
Stumbling in your fathers' footsteps
Because its all you know


As long as you live
Under their roof
Groping ignorant in the shadows of family legacy limelight
Stunted beneath the 'shelter' of the carefully crafted canopy
Growing dwarfed and gnarled
But growing still


Still, eyes shine in the dark
Still, bruises blossom from the flesh
The seeds and the soil will tell


When you spill your own seed
Nip the young buds
And throw your apples as far away as you can