My Bonsai

My bonsai is talking
To me
I do not listen
It sits there
in its box.
Waiting to grow.
Ignored
Poor bonsai.
So patient
It is crying
and I do not listen
I carry it around
Torment it
Torment myself
Hearing it cry
but not listening
It is white noise
a song I hear for so long
I can pretend I don't

But I can't.

I still hear it
know it
feel it

Try so hard
to continue
to ignore it

and so afraid
of succeeding.