Seeds of the Past

I look back into my past
And I see tears and bad ideas
Those angers I held inside of me
Was like a seed

You plant it and at first
It’s so
Small

Yet somehow it grew
Into a tree bearing poison fruit
Like that poison apple
In Snow White

Those fruits were my ideas

At first they seemed like such good ideas
Until
They nearly killed me

But then, one day
Someone came
They offered to help me chop down my tree

It wasn’t easy because
I had become so attached to that tree
I loved that tree
Guarded it for a while even

But one day I realized
How poisonous those fruits were
How ugly and distorted
That tree was

And I chopped it down