Poem: Unsuspecting

by Samantha Todd

You’ve bent me to your will

You’re lucky I’m a birch branch

Thin and nimble

Lean not brittle

I tried to resist

I wouldn’t snap at first

But the cunning force of your smile

Your gentle purr of words

The tender touch of your firm gripping hand 

Ripped me from my senses 

Tore me away from safety 

All for you to thrash me around 

Beat some bushes with 

Drag me along your dirt laden journey 

And then discard me; 

Throw me somewhere into the unknown 

To rot in the undergrowth