Tree
Strength isn’t what keeps me standing,
It’s not skill either,
It’s because I don’t know where I’m going.
I am grounded,
Rooted so far into the soil I feel like I can’t move.
The wind tries to unearth me,
The rain tries to wash me away,
The elemental storms of uncertainty try to dig me up.
Life moves around me,
I stay put.
Never moving, but always growing.
People stop and stare at me with vigilance,
Because although I am full of ambiguity,
My head is in the clouds.
It’s not skill either,
It’s because I don’t know where I’m going.
I am grounded,
Rooted so far into the soil I feel like I can’t move.
The wind tries to unearth me,
The rain tries to wash me away,
The elemental storms of uncertainty try to dig me up.
Life moves around me,
I stay put.
Never moving, but always growing.
People stop and stare at me with vigilance,
Because although I am full of ambiguity,
My head is in the clouds.
This Poems Story
Nearing the end of a relationship, a newer friend saw me struggling to write, so to break me out of my own head, he told me to write about a tree. This was the result of that. It made me realized how trapped in my relationship, my own head, and my own struggles I've become. It helped me break free.
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