Poison-ed Apples

Poisoned apples

still grow,

Through the thicket of planted thorns. 

To reach another, 

only to devour. 

Poor child,

So brave yet so weak

You never knew you were cursed,

Even before you were born.

Courageous faces, 

hiding trembling tears.

A firm mouth, 

Masking a never heard cry.

Strong hands,

Sturdy legs,

A fragile heart.

You wanted to, but  you could never 

Start over.

I’m sorry. 

For the years of sunshine,

You never had. 

Poisoned apples, 

Ne’er your fault, 

You were drowned before you sprouted,

The swamps were deep.

But remember, your seeds will 

Still Come through.

Since everyone always likes to deep-fake over the meaning of poetry, I’d like to give you all my take on it 🙂
Everyone always goes on & on about WHAT THE AUTHOR POSSIBLY COULD HAVE MEANT OMG. WELL, NOW THE AUTHOR WILL rEVEaL aLL hERsELf.

Author’s interpretation: 

I wanted to convey how ‘poisoned’ apples (children who suffered through trauma) have no fault of their own since it wasn’t them who poisoned themselves in the first place. 

It was someone else -be it parents, family, strangers, etc.  They were children with no clue what was happening or how it was happening and yet they had to live with that poison in their veins in every interaction, relationship, and life. 

They grow up strong yet with such fragile souls that could fall apart at any moment.  They have to grow up strong to cope with what happens to them at an age that never should have happened. 

I hope to tell all children who suffered through some trauma that they never should have that:

i) It was never their fault and it never should have happened.

ii) You are allowed to be weaker than you think – it’s only human.

iii) The good you do in the world will always have a place in the world.