The growing tree

There is a part of that still bleeds A part of that I was supposed to shed How a snake sheds its skin It will not leave Almost Like a slab of metal forced into a young tree Separating her from me I see how she weeps I observe how she rages when the blows How she dances in the wind and blooms in the rain How her leaves dance to ground in the fall I see her struggle from the corner of my eye Growing in the opposite direction yet still apart of me