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| by Jon Sullivan via Wikimedia Commons |
Ivy
Sometimes I feel like ivy
Without trellis, tree, or wall.
I hear of other ivies which,
With help, grow strong and tall
Into the sun.
I alone am the one
That's forced to crawl,
Sending my tendrils to grope
And claw
Along the dark and shaded ground
To find any patch of light–
However small.
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