~The Tree In Me~

Lay down my roots and plant me up
a portrait of sorts and mixed up muck
through heat and chill and winds whipped raw
I sprouted. I weathered. I owned. I saw.

There’s a fire that burns. Inside the tree of me.
It gleams of love dripped in mystery.
It’s bolder than a forest of vibrant dreams
Twisted weeds. Torn up. Laced tight at the seams.

My colors are sporadic, adapting to my tree.
I open one eye. Tuck it all inside of me.
Swaying within the winds of my mind
Hope flutters. Wilts. Leaves burdens behind.

Seeds can flourish but with knowledge and might
A regret. A whisper, A struggle. A fight.
But it’s when the worst has finally past
Then the truth sets in. Blinds you. Like a flash.

Delicate am I in my firm little stance
Unaware of the beast. A game. A dance.
Of mingles and spice and leaves and rain.
Lifts you up high, cuts your branches to shame.

The storm can be bred from a glimmer of sun
Starts softly. Solo. Hugged up in a hum.
Rumbles of thunder haste to tackle your core.
Give you noise, and dilemma, and utter uproar.

Though withered up fierce and wrinkled inside
I took the beatings, I groaned in stride.
A strong arm pierced amid that gust
Spins all the maybes into one big MUST.

Mighty fierce am I. Tough as bark can be.
Grace ignites. Flares up. Batters the coat that covers me.
It nurtures through every ache. It weeps.
Tears shed. And water. Grinds the roots in deep.

Through contorted vines built on twisted lies
It glows. Truth burns. Pokes holes in jagged lines.
Roots intertwine around deceitful tales
A heart withers. Rebuilds. And thy will prevails.

Between Summer’s scorch and Winter’s freeze
Of farewells and loss and dampened dreams
Blossoms of Spring weaves the gold of Fall
My soul flies away while my insides crawl.

A trunk of secrets bears leaves of remorse.
I scoff. They shed. Grow up. Trek the course.
Inhale come together. Exhale fall apart.
Acceptance wraps me up. A noose around my heart.

Weathering it all. Those roots won’t quit.
Day in day out. They endure. They Commit.
Wrongdoings hidden in the shadow of dark.
Light brings out truth. Wisdom strengthens the bark.

I stand tall. I stretch far. The sky is my domain.
It fuels me. Heals me. The Earth. It knows my name.
I am shining in the NOW. That is the tree in me.
Beautifully weathered.

Firmly planted.

wild

scarred

.....and Free.