i shouldn’t expect
to stand still
while the untethered
and unbothered
wind demonstrates
the power of the universe
as it sends the rain sideways
twisting dead and
soon to be dead leaves
in its playful vortices
because my roots
are brand new
my limbs are still
thin and delicate like
soft green saplings
for awhile
i will bend
and shake
and fear
the thunder
until i dig down
far enough
in the dirt
the bending
and the shaking
is part of
the beauty
if stay here long enough
if i let the storm soak into me
instead of letting myself
run for cover
i will become
strong and steady
like an old oak tree
i will wear my growth rings
like gold metals
proudly parading
the proof of
what i have weathered
—there will be
too many to count
and i will find myself
smiling at the sky
when the dark clouds roll in
because i am
still here
still standing
after all this time.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
i shouldn’t expect
to stand still
while the untethered
and unbothered
wind demonstrates
the power of the universe
as it sends the rain sideways
twisting dead and
soon to be dead leaves
in its playful vortices
because my roots
are brand new
my limbs are still
thin and delicate like
soft green saplings
for awhile
i will bend
and shake
and fear
the thunder
until i dig down
far enough
in the dirt
the bending
and the shaking
is part of
the beauty
if stay here long enough
if i let the storm soak into me
instead of letting myself
run for cover
i will become
strong and steady
like an old oak tree
i will wear my growth rings
like gold metals
proudly parading
the proof of
what i have weathered
—there will be
too many to count
and i will find myself
smiling at the sky
when the dark clouds roll in
because i am
still here
still standing
after all this time.
