Mar 2018
I’d love to be a tree.
“Why a tree?”
You’ll see.
There is no negative to a tree other than the occasional fallen leaf.
They’re beautiful and imperfect.
Remind me a little of me.
Now maybe I’ve gotten a little cocky
But I think I deserve it
After all these years of self hatred
Maybe it’s healthy.
“Why a tree?”
You’ll see.
There is no negative to a tree other than the occasional fallen leaf.
They’re beautiful and imperfect.
Remind me a little of me.
Now maybe I’ve gotten a little cocky
But I think I deserve it
After all these years of self hatred
Maybe it’s healthy.
I might add more to this later since this poem is the first happy(ish) poem I’ve published. My mother told me when we move, I could plant a tree and I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited.
