Today's prompt is to start your poem with a command. Grow up.
That's what we were told By Those who already had. The panacea For all childish ills. A mirage. Not a Band-Aid to cover your hurt, But a gag To cover your complaint. Grin and bear it So They don't have to. "Grow up," They instruct, Because that's what people see. But those who grow up Without first growing roots Will fall At the first gust of wind, Will wither At the first sign of drought. So grow down. Establish your roots deep, Safe from the trivialities Of the surface Where they will nurture you From within When the outside world Fails to provide. And spread your roots wide So the storms Which knock you about Will not topple you. They will not see The invisible growth You are accomplishing. But it is not for Them. For in first growing down You have given yourself The foundation from which to Grow up, And the freedom To bloom Without fear of the elements.
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