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Breeze, Softly Whisper..


the pink petals fall from the tree
much like the salty drops
from my eyes
i just can't help but set free..

silently
rapidly
i watch as these petals descend
and the tree becomes bare..
 
within myself
i feel this painful disease
others can't see
but is so real..

so alone i crouch meditatively
my heart lamenting and starting to tear
as i say goodbye
to my own hair..

sometimes
i want out of myself so badly
to meta-morph into a tree
or the birds
that sing in it so prettily
instead
i am very much here
brows furrowed
just me being me
lucky tree..

is it easy for you
to lose your petals,
then your leaves
and start all over again?

or is it pain filled reality
with the teeny, tiny hope
of both our branches (or arms)
reaching for God in the end?

this disease filled body
it is in such agony
this is not where i want to be
and if right now i WAS a tree
my roots
would be dug up
for the world to see..

can i please change with you tree?
can i please sing with you birds?
would you change and fly with me?
tell me i am not lonely or forgotten..
 
i am
one with the universe
whether i wear petals
leaves
feathers
or cotton..

grant me rebirth
to my once fighting spirit..

asking the wind
to join with the earth
and cover
these exposed roots
whispering away this suffering
to give way to my recovery..




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