Potential

potential of a child of mountain springs
by JD DeHart

You saw a promise
in me blooming. What
was I to others?

A dingy doorknob, too
rusted to turn, a child
of dirt and swear words.

A twisted creature full
of uncertain history, crying
out from the side

of the tracks no one
wanted to see. No, I was
a child of the mountains,

birthed from natural
springs, and someone saw
the mountain in me.


JD DeHart (he, his, him) is a writer and teacher. He blogs about books at literacyworkandplay.blogspot.com and his second poetry collection, A Five-Year Journey, was published in 2018 by Dreaming Big Publications. Follow him on Twitter @JasonDDeHart1.

(Don’t miss JD’s poem Truncated. – Elephants Never)

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