Trees.
Leafless trees is all I
see.
There are some with a few, others with none.
I imagine, we are leaves.
We
hold unto something so tight,
even strong winds and showers couldn’t separate us
from our tree.
We dangle and whimper in the coldness outside,
hoping that one
day we will show strength and vigor once again,
and glow with the summer sun.
We may be surrounded by other leaves,
but we are alone in this jungle of
colors.
As the winds of life get stronger,
we notice how our “friends” start
disappearing,
and they fly off the tree.
Only the strongest survive.
Only the
ones that hold on for dear life stay attached to the tree.
Others fall to the
ground and are spat at and stepped at daily,
until there’s no longer any shape
to who they were,
but are now turned into ashes in our hands.
Being strong and
holding on is not everything,
it’s making sure we are attached to the right
tree.
Which one is your tree?
What are You holding on to and not letting go?
Let me just say, make sure it’s worth it.
(no music this time, just the silence that comes from looking out a window)
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