Anatomy of a Tree

I am hurt
But I feel rooted
My spirit doesn’t float on a flimsy string
It is a thick tree
Inside my ribs
Spreading tall to my eyes

But its limbs are shaking in my stomach
Wind whipping in my head
I’m tired
I’m dizzy

Fallen leaves all around
I wait for them to rot
And turn themselves into soil
That breeds something else

It is better to have a storm
Than an apocalypse
To burst away
Before I crawled too tightly into the cookie cutter

I am strong
I am shaken
I am allowed to be both

It hurts to walk away from you, but my intuition told me that I should.

One thought on “Anatomy of a Tree

  • Reply Lambertz Wilfried April 16, 2019 at 12:10 pm

    Very nice ! ????

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