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A Forest Splinter
It came back to me
She said, “I finally do believe.
But, it so hard giving up
The idea that years of my youth were lost.”
I told her not to cry
That everything would be alright
But, who was I to speak so confidently
Knowing that if it were I, I would feel lesser me
Oh, how the forest can be so beautifully green and unforgiving
Innocent in its existence, without a seed of regret growing
As the axe swung
I felt it cut into me
As the blood of my past quickly spilt out
A forest splinter found depth in the eye of my doubt
Defined lines began to blur
Despite my best effort, I could not discern
The right way to turn in order to soften the fall
As the gavel confirmed the judgment call
And, as the dream drug me further into the darkness
I heard birds rhythmically singing
“Isn’t the light beautiful in which now shows through
Were the fallen tree once stood?”
