This Tree

Feeling it all

as it flows through my veins

like acid rain

upon my soul

What is my roll

and how i came to be

so broken like this

crying under this tree

In my dreams, from above

yes, until there are doves..

she whispers her rhyme

and her leaves

shed in time

Till a barren trunk

stands amongst the cold

oh yes, there she stands

so still and so bold

While keeping her roots

solid in the ground

until she had found

the sunlight, shining

And though she's not pining

and now just standing still

and so I do ask

why is she not ill?

Even though they've cut down

and all her family...

“Take a leaf from this tree”

she whispers to me

“you keep this one leaf

for

you...

love me still

when you were a child

over we, you did grieve

our remaining stumps

were your tears, we received”

And this is one of my first memories

and maybe a message

of how to be freed

I'm hanging on dearly

amidst the cold breeze

I just want to please

but who; I'm asking...

Is it merely me

or can I simply be

and how can I too

be free

like this tree?

May 8th, 2013

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