</>A vine grew up around me. <br />It sounds fantastical, I know, but <br />It's true. <br />At first I liked it: <br /> <br />The way the little tendrils <br />Sneaked around my feet, <br />Encircled my ankles, and <br />Slid around my calves. <br /> <br />It tickled me as it laced <br />Around my thighs and <br />Crept through crevices to <br />Course over my torso. <br /> <br />Now it has wrapped round my neck, <br />And the little, sweet tendrils <br />Shoot in other directions, <br />Seeking other climbing places. <br /> <br />Standing there, I'd forgotten that <br />Those tender tips become <br />Strong and binding vines <br />That clinch ever tighter. <br /> <br />Ensnared. <br />Trapped. <br />I feel that I can not move. <br />Oh, I know that I can. <br /> <br />All I would have to do is <br />Take <br />One <br />Powerful step. <br /> <br />Gradually, I could pull it all apart. <br />Emerge. <br />Myself. <br />Free again. <br /> <br />The vine, <br />However, <br />Would <br />Die.<br /><br />Lee Ann Schaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growth-overgrowth-undergrowth/
