A Tree's Past
Myself naked with turmoil,
my feet rooting, finding fertile soil
the binding of my soul and body
only to stand here for eternity.
Branches scaping my flesh,
twisting and turning,
escaping the bondage of my fears,
leaving me, abandoning me and leaving no hope.
Rain running through my eyes,
the false feeling of tears,
my face stained in need,
no chance for ignorant relief.
The cool breeze bringing shivers
that leave my muscles aching for release,
the constant reminder of my anxieties,
realizations that love left fleetingly.
Crashes of lightning above me,
a startling ignition of my climatic proportion,
this numbing my thoughts of who I am,
and why I shouldn't have sprouted.
I find myself suddenly engulfed, surrounded
by my fears, my lies and deceits, flames of
anger flurry 'round me, I brought this upon
the forest, This place I now call home.
I see desperation in the prisoners along side me,
creaking, twisting, swaying in tune with me.
The saplings looking up to me, not realizing that
they are have my destiny on their heads.
Oh, how I want this to be different.
How I want to shed my bark and leaves,
treading the grounds in which I bed myself
I am wanting and needing an escape.
I twist and turn, wishing to free my roots
how I wished I had stayed away, having never
having found a place I felt comfortable, The past
I have created for myself, now the other's future.
I ask myself for the first time....
Why will I make you suffer, Why will I make you cry,
Why will I find myself, a decrepit, burning tree
bound in this forest of my anger, watching you whither
in the flames of my own will? Why was it of my will?
