Weak Connection (Growing Pains)


I haven't forgotten', the pain inflicted,
from loose leaves.

They fled in droves,
when I branched out.
They fell to the ground,
and scattered about.

Harmless they seem,
when the skin was thin.
When the comments came in.
Few leaves turned sour,

Hour after hour,
My season is changing.
And the pressure is high.

Those leaves are wet,
our the ground is dry.
I long for them to come around,
.. the shelter, the craic.

But trunk is growing,
and I ain't showing.
The skin that scabs,
My bark is back.

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