As a tree lives
So do I.
The storm can be calm one minute.
The next has gale force winds.
The tree and I share life.
I bend the same as it.
A loss of a branch.
The loss of parts of my identity.
We bend and twist.
Adapting to the world around us.
We each heave a deep sigh as we grow.
Not always knowing what is happening.
Taller and stronger.
We both become.
Losing and gaining parts of ourselves.
The seasons change us.
We bend.
We do not break.
2020
(My apologies for being so damn quiet all these months. I got burned out hardcore and just felt as if I’d given so much of myself and needed a break. Not sure how steady I’ll post, but this piece hit me and I needed to share it.)