I.

Swollen and suppurating, the broken axis of youth rips through skin, sinew, sutures, revealing old bones, seeds sown.
Outgrown like Velcro shoes scuffed and greying-
Tossed aside and left where you were playing.
Oh, bemoaned, these seeds sown,
They were your children, now they are grown.

I.

Cold showers pitter patter like tiny tap dance feet-
Fledgling January weakly twitches broken wings,
Seeking unfettered abandonment in premature Spring.
To wave white flags, seeking peace in retreat-
I bear no arms, I lay down in defeat.