When the waves came to fracture
My boat, the tree of life is there to push
them away… far into the deep sea.
         No one understands me like it does.
 The fear, anger, and joy that flows
Through the flesh of my blood can only
Be controlled by it.
         When the curved lines meet
to form the heart, a lighting bult
Suddenly strikes… cracking the perfect shape of it.
It hurts me but the tree of life
Holds my hand to comfort me.
         When I fall at its roots, it’s branches
Sway down to scoop me up
Though when its roots began to dry and it’s
Limbs begins to snap I watch… not watering it
For it to soak in my services.
         But as the moon and sun rotated,
It became weaker and weaker, seeking for
Help… for its limbs to be back, and its roots
To be strong. But I ignore. Autumn came,
Undressing the leaves that once stuck to it.
By winter it was naked. Undressed. And I still
Ignored it.
         By spring the tree
Of life was gone. Nowhere to be found.
I was lost, and stuck.
The ocean waves took my boat without
The tree there to protect me.
Fear and anger boiled my skin
Making battles that I couldn’t fight
Without its help.
         I tried and tried but nothing worked.
I needed the tree of life back.
I needed to feel comfort, and peace.
         I always believed trees stayed forever…
But you didn’t. Just another myth that I once never
Knew the truth to.