A tree that regrows

I'm practicing restraint

on some tendencies.

They shine too loud

sometimes.



And I would like to just

quell it

d

o

w

n.



Habits turned whimpers,

whispers;

     existence soothingly redefined

but agonizing

in tandem.



An axe to tree bark -

count the rings from which

I will

regrow

over the withered -



          may it remain a reminder

          of what now I know.

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