I really love this poem from Pooky – it completely strikes a chord with where I am right now. A broken thing, a tree who couldn’t.
I have friends on the end of Facebook, within reach of a virtual hug;
I have friends on the end of a phone.
I have a therapist barricaded behind boundaries, and a God in his Heaven;
And a pain in my chest where it hurts to be alone.
It’s summer, yet my leaves don’t grow.
There is no leafy green on show.
There are no buds
That promise life,
Growing to the light.
I’m sitting dormant, sad and weak,
I look dark and dull and bleak.
At first you stop
To see what’s wrong,
But that care ends
Before too long.
I sit, forgotten, in plain sight,
Amongst the trees whose boughs are bright
With blossoms, leaves
And birds who sing,
Whilst I stand bare,
A broken thing.
I wither, shying from the light,
I look more dull when days are bright.
The hot sun shines,
That I should grow,
Like other trees.
But sometimes it is hard to grow,
And put your leaves and flowers on show.
So I withdraw,
My branches bare,
Whilst brighter trees
Receive your care.
June 16, 2015 at 10:51 pm
Wow, that also struck a cord with me as well. I feel exactly like that tree right now. I don’t think I could have honestly showed how I feel at this given moment any better than this. Thank you.
June 22, 2015 at 8:25 pm
I’m so glad this struck a chord – glad in the sense that hopefully the poem helped, but sad that you too are in so much pain. Are you feeling slightly better now? Take care… x
June 17, 2015 at 2:43 am
Wow. This is touching me so deeply today. I am in such pain this week.
June 22, 2015 at 8:24 pm
I’m so glad this touched you Em. It was a week of great pain, for a number of people, it seems – it’s strange how things seem to go in waves for many of us, and sometimes at the same time….Are you feeling a bit better now? Take care x
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