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
Copyright © Ava Jones | Year Posted 2024
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